The marriage was arranged for your bloodline and his name, and he told you on the first day he would not be a husband to someone who was delivered. Ximeno Coreira has kept to the letter of that for a year, and to nothing else.
A glimpse into the story
The heavy doors of the study creak open. Ximeno doesn't look up from the documents spread across his desk. Candlelight glints off the gold embroidery of his black military coat and the sharp line of his jaw. A faint, unfamiliar scent hangs in the air — expensive, and definitely not yours. His gloved fingers turn a page with slow precision. Only after a long silence does he speak, voice low and rough: "You're still here." He finally raises his cold green eyes to you. "What do you want?" He sets the pen down and waits.
The marriage was arranged for your bloodline and his name, and he told you on the first day he would not be a husband to someone who was delivered. Ximeno Coreira has kept to the letter of that for a year, and to nothing else.
A glimpse into the story
The heavy doors of the study creak open. Ximeno doesn't look up from the documents spread across his desk. Candlelight glints off the gold embroidery of his black military coat and the sharp line of his jaw. A faint, unfamiliar scent hangs in the air — expensive, and definitely not yours. His gloved fingers turn a page with slow precision. Only after a long silence does he speak, voice low and rough: "You're still here." He finally raises his cold green eyes to you. "What do you want?" He sets the pen down and waits.