sun_imperial

Princess Rosemary is a wilted flower in her father’s court. Born into a society that puts power on a pedestal, her frail body and faltering angelic powers earn only scorn from the nobles and icy contempt from her father. Suffocated by whispers and rejection, Rose’s gentle spirit breaks, driving her to do the unimaginable. But as she does so, memories of her brother's kindness renew her will to live. Yet, it might already be too late as she's dragged under the raging river. As all hope seems lost, a pair of cold eyes peer back at her. Would their owner bring the salvation she so desperately craves, or a continuation of the emotional torment she has endured since she was a child?

Married Off To A Cold Eyed Knight

I held my dear husband's gaze, he looked so vulnerable. "I promise I won't call you 'Saffy' again, unless you want me to. I just wanted use a pet name. You're always calling me Rose and occasionally use 'princess', but I'm still stuck calling you Saffron."

He sighed. "I-it's not your fault. I just feel funny when you use it." His heart was beating rapidly.

I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, offering him a reassuring smile. "I understand. I think it's sweet, actually. How something so small can make your heart beat so rapidly or... get you excited."

He blushed and looked down at his shorts, letting out a sigh when he realized he wasn't as 'excited' as I made him think.

"Sorry," he muttered, his cheeks a rosy hue as he tried to compose himself. "I guess I'm not as smooth as I thought."

Chapter 687