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"Don't say that," he murmured, voice low and edged with something fierce. Not anger. Conviction. "Don't ever say you don't deserve me."
She shook her head weakly, breath hitching, trying to pull back-but her body refused to listen. Her heart was pounding wildly, each beat echoing her panic.
"I-" her voice cracked, words spilling out before she could stop them. "I don't deserve you. I'm... I'm not- I'm not what you think I am."
He stiffened.
His gaze snapped to hers, sharp and blazing, like something ancient had been awakened in him.
"You're my wife," he said, the words coming out hard, almost angry-like he was offended by the very idea of her doubting it. "And I won't hear you tear yourself apart like this. Not now. Not ever."
His tone softened, but the intensity didn't leave.
"You're mine," he added quietly. "Do you understand?"
The words settled heavy between them.
Mine.
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In a kingdom where the moonlight touches the palace walls like a whispered secret,
she walks-silent, graceful, and unseen.
A butterfly with wings of midnight,
a heart wrapped in shadows,
and eyes that hold the storm of forgotten legends.
He is the hazel-eyed king,
a ruler whose silence speaks louder than crowns,
and whose presence turns the air into a quiet battlefield.
Two souls, born from different worlds,
drawn together by a fate older than time-
a bond that neither power nor pride can erase.
In the hush of royal halls and the darkness of hidden corridors,
a silent dance begins...
One of fire.
One of wings.
One of destiny.
And when their paths finally meet,
the world will know that even the fiercest king can be tamed...
by the softest touch of a butterfly.
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