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The wife of the ghost of wars_part 4
Chapter 4
The room was lavish, the silken sheets on the bed soft and smooth. Servants bustled about, lighting scented candles and preparing the room for the wedding night. But despite the elegant setting, there was something dark and oppressive about the air, and Mei could feel her heart racing in her chest.
Finally, the last servant bowed and slipped out, leaving her alone. The silence was deafening.
She stood there for a moment, her body tense and rigid. The wedding night. She'd heard about the things that happened between a husband and a wife during this time, the whispers from her friends and the older ladies in the court.
But she didn't want to think about that. Not when her husband still wore that mysterious mask, his icy demeanor keeping her at a distance.
But there was no escaping it now. The night was deepening into midnight and she knew it was only a matter of time before the Prince came to their room.
She moved towards the bed, the silken robes whispering against her skin. She settled back against the pile of pillows and waited, her heart thudding in her chest.
She didn't know how long she lay there, her body tense and still. The silence seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound her own breathing and the rapid beat of her heart.
Finally, she heard a sound at the door followed by the creak of the hinges as it opened. The low click of boots echoed through the room as the Prince entered.
She could feel the air change, crackling with a strange tension. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he made his way to the bed, his lean frame moving with an almost feline grace.
He stopped when he reached the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over her form in the soft light. She could feel the heat of his gaze, even through the mask.
"Are you afraid, Princess?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. It was the first time he'd spoken since the ceremony, and the low timbre of it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Why would I be afraid,...
The room was lavish, the silken sheets on the bed soft and smooth. Servants bustled about, lighting scented candles and preparing the room for the wedding night. But despite the elegant setting, there was something dark and oppressive about the air, and Mei could feel her heart racing in her chest.
Finally, the last servant bowed and slipped out, leaving her alone. The silence was deafening.
She stood there for a moment, her body tense and rigid. The wedding night. She'd heard about the things that happened between a husband and a wife during this time, the whispers from her friends and the older ladies in the court.
But she didn't want to think about that. Not when her husband still wore that mysterious mask, his icy demeanor keeping her at a distance.
But there was no escaping it now. The night was deepening into midnight and she knew it was only a matter of time before the Prince came to their room.
She moved towards the bed, the silken robes whispering against her skin. She settled back against the pile of pillows and waited, her heart thudding in her chest.
She didn't know how long she lay there, her body tense and still. The silence seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound her own breathing and the rapid beat of her heart.
Finally, she heard a sound at the door followed by the creak of the hinges as it opened. The low click of boots echoed through the room as the Prince entered.
She could feel the air change, crackling with a strange tension. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he made his way to the bed, his lean frame moving with an almost feline grace.
He stopped when he reached the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over her form in the soft light. She could feel the heat of his gaze, even through the mask.
"Are you afraid, Princess?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. It was the first time he'd spoken since the ceremony, and the low timbre of it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Why would I be afraid,...
