Golden Memory, Hidden Desire
And then, one day… Victor arrived to meet her.
The encounter seemed almost predetermined, as if the world itself had slowed to see him cross that threshold. She was married to the man who had vowed to guard his life—
his bodyguard—was hard, keen, a sword of duty and allegiance. But his wife was not. Gentle. Lovely. And her eyes. they saw all he worked so hard to keep hidden. When the bodyguard was gone, she didn't see a prince; she saw a boy hiding in the darkness, shaking and uncertain. Her light, gentle hands became the only solace he had, touching him as though they could rub away the isolation that settled on his bones. Her voice was always soft, a quiet whisper that spoke to the very cavities of his heart, reminding him he wasn't quite by himself.
