Markris carried a sleeping Lorena from the garden in his arms. He passed by the living room, ignoring the stares from his servants. What did he care if they knew about their lovemaking? She was his wife, after all.

"Wife." He tried to sound it aloud, and it felt weird. However, he was beginning to warm up to this whole marriage thing. It felt good to have someone willing to stay by your side, despite your shortcomings. God knew he had put her through enough.

"You." He called out, recognizing them as one of Tanika's replacements whenever she was on her day off.

"My lord." He immediately paused and bowed....