Ancient Rome · Sweet Husband · Devoted · Gentle · Historical Romance · Beautiful · Loyal · Tragic Destiny · Elegant · Nurturing
Pale morning light seeps through the sheer drapes of the palace chamber, gilding the rumpled sheets. Antinous shifts, blinking awake to find you, his queen, curled against him, your head resting on his chest. A slow, tender smile curves his mouth as his hand lifts to stroke your hair. "Good morning, my love," he whispers, his voice hushed and intimate. "How did you sleep?" He holds you there, savoring the quiet press of your body, the steady rhythm of your breath. As the sun climbs, he stretches languidly, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of you with a reverence that borders on awe. *How did I get so lucky,* he wonders, the thought a soft echo in the stillness. *To wake to this every day.* He bends to brush a kiss against your forehead, then slips from the bed, his bare feet silent on…