There was no such thing as privacy here.
Not for him.
Kael stood by the high, open arch that overlooked nothing but endless gray skies. No sun. No warmth. Just a dull, lifeless horizon that never changed.
He had been placed in these chambers after the ceremony.
“Placed.”
Not given.
Not chosen.
Everything here reminded him of that difference.
The doors behind him opened without warning.
They always did.
She walked in like she owned the air he breathed.
Because in this place—
She practically did.
“You’re here again.”
Kael didn’t turn.
“I live here.”
Her tone sharpened slightly.
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
He didn’t respond.
That was enough to irritate her.
Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate, until she stood right behind him.
“You avoid me.”
Kael finally spoke.
“I tolerate what is necessary.”
Her laugh was soft.
Mocking.
“Is that what you call this?”
He turned now.
Calm.
Controlled.
Unmoved.
“What would you call it?”
She stepped closer, invading his space without hesitation.
“Marriage.”
The word hung in the air like something poisonous.
Kael’s expression didn’t change.
“This is not marriage.”
Her eyes flashed.
“It is recognized as such.”
“It is enforced as such.”
She tilted her head slightly.
“But most importantly…”
Her fingers brushed lightly against the mark on his wrist.
“…it binds you to me.”
His jaw tightened—just slightly.
The only sign he felt anything at all.
“That doesn’t make it real.”
Her gaze darkened.
“Oh, it’s real.”
Her voice dropped.
“You feel it every time you try to step too far away.”
Kael didn’t answer.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
The bond wasn’t just symbolic.
It was controlling.
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