The room was quiet, the soft glow of the candles casting warm shadows on the bed. Her head lay on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
But her own heart was restless.
She had finally asked him the question that had been growing heavier in her chest for days—"Will you give me a title?"—but he didn't answer. He just reached out and gently caressed her hair, his fingers moving slowly through the strands.
Her heart sank. She didn't say anything at first, but her eyes slowly lost their light. Though she had given him everything—her heart, her body, her loyalty—he still remained silent when it mattered most.
Was she just someone he could summon in secret?
She loved him so much. She didn't want power or a high position. That was never her intention. All she wanted was to be recognized. To stand beside him without hiding. She wanted the world to know she was his woman, not just in the shadows, not just behind closed doors.
