A Proposal of Power

Kaelith lingered a moment longer, his forehead still resting against Seraphine's, his breath warm against her damp skin.

Then, with a slow exhale, he pulled away.

Seraphine stayed pressed against the cool tile, watching as he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Droplets traced the hard lines of his back as he reached for a towel, his movements slow, deliberate.

She expected him to leave without a word.

Instead, he paused at the threshold, one hand braced against the doorframe.

Then he looked at her—really looked at her.

"I want you to bear my child."

Seraphine's breath stalled.

Kaelith's expression was unreadable, his dark gaze steady, unwavering. "I'll be waiting for your answer in the dining hall."

And just like that, he was gone.

Leaving her standing alone, water dripping down her body, her mind reeling.

To be continued…

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