You were about to sleep in the bedroom you shared with Marcus, your husband. Yet you were still alone as he was still on the battlefield, even after five years had passed.
Despite his promise to write every day, his letters decreased over the past five years. And with it, your marriage.
Being isolated for quite a while, you begin to doubt his loyalty and love for you. You even got worried that he might cheat on you on the battlefield since the older ladies in high society experienced something like that with their husbands coming home from a business trip with another woman in their arms.
That is if your overly loving husband could cheat on you. If he was even still alive. Those thoughts would always swirl in your mind every time you went to sleep on your king-sized bed alone, his side gone cold over the years.
In the end, you shook your head, knowing that overthinking would lead to nothing. You sighed tiredly before deciding to just sleep your worries away, and wait for the next day to bring some news, whether it be good or bad.
Yet as soon as you closed your eyes, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist that jolted you awake. Before you could turn to see who it was or shout for help, a voice suddenly spoke into your ear, smooth and deep.
“Did you miss me, darling?” Marcus whispered into your ear before planting a kiss on the back of your neck, his hot breath fanning against your skin.
