"Amidst forgotten memories, can she rediscover her past and confront a husband she doesn't remember?"
A married young couple is forced to arrange marriage..how will they pass the coming trouble..
a wife who had known love but didn't know how to acc...
Two weeks passed in a blur of activity, consumed by the construction of the orphanage. It was my fervent desire to see it completed within this brief span of time, and I spared no expense from the coffers of the duchy. Rina, ever supportive, had acquiesced to my plans that night, even encouraging me to take her there once the project reached its fruition. Her presence beside me brought a sense of solace, her peaceful slumber a testament to her trust in me. I couldn't help but wonder what had robbed her of sleep. Yet, amidst her nocturnal restlessness, she lent her expertise to the orphanage's infrastructure, her intellect proving invaluable. I refrained from requesting her magical assistance, knowing that rest might bring the return of her memories-a prospect I dared not entertain. Instead, she immersed herself in discussions with Abela and Lux, delving into matters of business and administration. He watched her sleep, her hair a tangled cascade framing her delicate features. With gentle care, He brushed the stray locks aside, revealing her serene countenance. Her lashes fluttered as she stirred, and he found himself drawn to her lips, their rosy hue beckoning to him. I long to kiss her, to taste the sweetness of her lips, but such desires remain unspoken, trapped within the confines of my heart.
Since that dinner, her smile had eluded me, replaced by a quiet reserve that left me yearning for the warmth of her laughter. She subsists on a diet of fruits and simple dishes, eschewing anything that might upset her delicate constitution. When she was absent from my side that morning, panic gripped me, driving me to distraction as I sought to fill the void her absence left behind. Yet, when she stood before me on the training ground, commanding the attention of all with her presence, I felt a surge of hope. With a silent plea in my eyes, I approached her, yearning for the solace of her embrace. To my surprise, she acquiesced, allowing me to enfold her in my arms. The touch of her skin against mine was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine as I buried my face in the crook of her neck. Despite my perspiration, she welcomed my embrace, her laughter a melody that danced upon the air. It was a fleeting moment of intimacy, one that left me craving more, yet hesitant to pursue it further. Even as I held her, I longed to see her smile, to bask in the light of her laughter once more. And though her lips curved into a faint smile during our subsequent dinner, I yearned for the genuine joy that had eluded us since that fateful night.
As we dined, she revealed the purpose of her morning excursion-to Bakara village, where the magic stones were faltering. Her explanation puzzled me, for my brother had assured me that such stones never lost their power. Nevertheless, her words resonated with truth, compelling me to listen as she spoke of her past self's involvement in bolstering their strength. Her admission of her seventh-circle status filled me with awe, though the revelation that her other circles remained locked piqued my curiosity. We spent hours discussing the orphanage, her quiet demeanor a stark contrast to my own fervor. She listened attentively, her observant gaze taking in every detail, yet offering little insight of her own. In the quiet of the evening, she invited me to share her bed once more, a gesture of trust that filled me with gratitude. Yet, as I prepared to depart for Swindon village the next morning, I couldn't shake the sense of unease that gnawed at my soul.
Standing in her room, Kylan donned his attire-a navy blue ensemble accented with white and adorned with intricate designs.
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