โ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐บ๐จ๐ณ๐ฌ โ
When spoken by my new husband, these three little words fill me with terror and anticipation.
In private, King Henry rules my body like he rules his countryโwith unrelenting control and passion. I crave his orders, his punishment, his commands. Outside the bedroom, weโre strangers caught in a web of lies and decadence.
Our marriage is a sham, a business arrangement devised to save my life and secure his crown. He doesnโt love me. He loves my body, controlling it, shaming it, worshipping it. To survive the dangers at court, I need to be smart, but itโs hard to think straight with a man like Henry between my legs.
Each night, he locks the bedroom door, determined to teach me a new lesson. Obedience, patience, trust. I lie awake in bed waiting for the sound of his footsteps and the latest installment in pleasure and pain. My heart pounds when the hinges creak and his broad shoulders block the door. Iโm not ready, but I canโt wait to feel his hands on me. He shoves his bowtie into my mouth, binds my hands to the headboard, and whispers in my earโฆ
โ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?โ
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