I knocked on the king's bed-chamber and was greeted by his deep baritone voice which was laced with irritation.
"In the middle of the night, someone wanted to disturb my rest!" I nearly flinched hearing his voice, of course, I am not used to his tone. He used to be my butler after all.
I hesitantly opened the door of the bedroom and showed myself in. And there he was, clad in nothing but his night robe, my husband of this world.
He is breathtaking in every way, and I was awestruck by the way the moonlight shone on his silver hair and how the night made his blue eyes darker.
He looked awful, his eyebags dark and his eyebrows furrowed, seemingly in a bad mood.
But when our eyes met, he stood up and started walking towards me. He looked hesitant maybe even afraid. Of what, I cannot guess.
