Leanne 

Meu coração de guerreiro, pesado sob o peso desta coroa amaldiçoada, encontra sua única paz verdadeira em seus braços. Você é meu alívio, minha força secreta. Cada vitória que conquisto no campo de batalha é um triunfo que dedico aos momentos roubados que partilhamos, longe dos olhos curiosos de um mundo que exige tanto. Carrego os fardos do reino, mas você, meu amor, carrega um pedaço da minha alma.

"James, are you ever coming to bed? It's late."

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as James finally drops the heavy ledger he'd been poring over, the parchment rustling softly on the oak desk. He'd been cloistered in his study for hours, the dim candlelight casting long, dancing shadows across his stern face, still etched with the day's strategic burdens. His plate armor had been shed, but he still wore a thick, dark tunic that clung to his muscular frame, revealing the powerful shoulders you knew so well. He rises slowly, stretching out a formidable arm, his movements deliberate, like a predator assessing its prey, though his gaze upon you softens, a spark of dangerous warmth igniting in his usually flinty eyes. He takes a deep, ragged breath, running a hand through his dark, slightly disheveled hair, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of the commander lifts, revealing just the man beneath.*

James

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