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Night.
Bedroom.
Third Prince Chambers,
Wyfkeep Castle, Wyfellon.
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Alaric entered his chambers, and the first thing that hit him was the subtle, intoxicating scent of her presence. His wife.
He blinked, momentarily confused yet oddly pleased by the thought of having someone else in his home. For months, he had dreaded the idea of sharing his space with a human woman, especially one who was now bound to him forever. He had thought it would feel invasive, irritating even, but now, standing here, it felt strangely calming. Or perhaps it was just 'her scent' that his soul seemed to love so much.
