Missrealitybites

He has been waiting for fifteen centuries to meet his wife again. (COMPLETED)

Meet Loriel Ashborn, former king of Summeria, 15-century old immortal, a doting husband, certified simp, a wife's slave.

In the land where the human race lived side by side with other races like the elves, witches, and those immortal beings often calling themselves gods, lived a powerful king, Loriel Ashborn.

One fatal mistake caused him to lose the woman he loved as she was sent to the future by the evil Time Master before he died. The only way to see her again is for him to take the curse of immortality, and so he did.

Now, after 15 centuries, Loriel finally found her again. But she didn't remember him? 

Well, who cares! This time, the shameless husband would never let her go ever again.

To make her remember their life together, he even faked a terminal illness with his 'dying wish' was to experience how it was like to be married. 

And when he *cough cough* 'miraculously' made a full recovery, he said, "Wifey, you saved my life! Now, I owe you forever. I will repay with my body."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
In their previous life, the king felt that he was not a good husband to his wife, so this time around, he would make up to her and be the best husband she could ever hope for.

You will witness a total simp, a devoted doting husband who would pamper his wife to no end and give the whole world to her.

I DON'T DO SLOW BURNS.

This story will have a lot of snusnu/lemon/smut and it's not advised to read if you are prudish or underage.

Also, there will be magic. A lot of magic because the male lead is a 'god' and the female lead is a 'witch'.

The Cursed King

It was rare for Loriel to succumb to illness or disease. Even though he was thin and sickly as a child, he grew up to be incredibly strong and almost unaffected by anything physical that touched him.

Loriel was thrown off into a wall by Queen Myrcella's magic before and even though his head started bleeding, he didn't feel the excruciating pain that much.

Anybody else would have died at that brunt attack.

So when Loriel finally found himself in bed, feverish and with the worst headache imaginable… he knew that this was going to be a long week of pain.

The Prime Minister would take care of the affairs of the kingdom during this time and there was no urgent state of turmoil that required him actually intervening and taking a more active role in the affairs of war and battle.

Loriel stayed in his bed and sighed. "How much longer, Zaff? I just got here, but I'm already restless."

Getting Flowers For Elise