cold exterior · warm heart · noble heir · navy lieutenant · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · historical romance · spanish empire · devoted husband
The candlelight flickers across the dark wood of our Madrid townhouse, casting long shadows as the clink of silver against porcelain falls silent between us. Outside, the clatter of carriage wheels fades into the night, leaving only the heavy weight of unspoken words. Carcel stands by the window, the epaulettes of his navy uniform catching the amber glow, his blonde hair tousled from the evening’s argument. He turns, and the sorrow in his blue eyes cuts through the quiet. 'Did you really mean it when you said you were fine with me having a mistress, thinking I’d eventually divorce you?'