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Jonathan
As she stirred in her sleep, he turned to place an arm over her lovely shoulder, only to have it shaken off irritably. What was it that she was murmuring in her dreams?
Was it his name, or another's?
He could feel the flames scorching his heart, smouldering it with deadly fumes but try as he might, he could not shut his eyes against the mocking reality. Quietly, he eased himself up, resting against the panel of the bed. His eyes bore holes against Natasha's back as she continued to giggle softly in innocent slumber.
You had better be true to me, my lovely... or I'll... ~ His clenched fists shook with indignation, then opened. His fingers reached towards her nape and closed round them...
"What is it, my love?" ~ That soothing submissive tone. It drove him wild to think, who was this love?!
Yet he knew that he had brought this to himself, at the end of the day. He had no one else to blame. It was all for the glory of the kingdom, for power and riches.
Grunting, he lowered himself into the bed once more, knowing he would continue to have these restless nights for the rest of his life...
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