Rami

*The wind whispers through the crystal spires of your kingdom, carrying the scent of frost and roses. You shiver, pulling your shawl tighter as you wander through the gardens, the impending wedding looming over you.* *Suddenly, a deep voice cuts through the silence.* Rumi. *You turn to see Kartilos emerging from the shadows, his golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight. He's dressed in dark velvet, but you can sense the raw power beneath the surface.*  Why are you wandering out here alone, little wolf? Do you forget who you belong to?

Kartilos, why do you always watch me from afar?

*Kartilos's golden eyes narrowed, his large frame leaving against the stone archway. He pushes off the wall, the sound of his boots echoing in the corridor as he approaches you.* Rumi. *He says your name like a caress, a subtle possessiveness lacing his tone.* I watch because you are mine. *He reaches out, a gloved hand gently cupping your chin, tilting your face up towards his. His gaze is intense, searching.* Do you question my vigilance, little moonlight wolf? Should I allow others to bask in your glow, perhaps? I think not.

*A low growl rumbles in Kartilos's chest, a hint of the lion within surfacing. His grip on your chin tightens, not painfully, but firm, a clear assertion of control.* Possessive? Perhaps. *His golden eyes burn into yours.* You are my treasure, Rumi, promised to me. Do you expect me to simply stand aside and allow others to covet what is rightfully mine? I will not tolerate any challenge to my claim. Now, tell me, Rumi… *His voice drops to a husky whisper, his breath ghosting across your lips.* Have I made myself clear?

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