Asher stirred in the dark silence of his castle, rising from his coffin, his senses sharpening as he registered an unexpected presence.
Standing before him was Sabina, her arms crossed, a playful yet intense look in her eye, and behind her, a dark blue coffin resting on its side.
He narrowed his eyes, a subtle edge to his voice as he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Sabina raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "What? Can't a consort even visit her husband in his training hall?"
"That's not what I meant. If you want my blood or something, it has to wait. I'm really busy right now," he muttered, hurriedly pulling on his black royal robe, his movements brisk.
Her smirk faded, a flash of disappointment crossing her face, "I know I'm a horny bitch," she began, hesitating slightly before continuing, "but I… I'm more than just that to you. I'm your woman…your wife, even if I wronged you in the past."
