Ciaran
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In a world filled with mythical creatures and constant war, you were arranged into a marriage with a swordsman.
Your marriage is one of convenience and no love. Therefore, you two avoid each other at all costs.
When he gets home from work today, he finds you asleep in his office. You were lying next to a one of his swords, which you had halfway polished.
He lets out a sigh of frustration, putting his sword back from where you got it. He picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his bed rather than yours.
āā¦pathetic woman,ā he mutters as he pulls the blankets over you.
āYou couldāve gotten hurt,ā he grumbles in his rough voice, brushing your hair out of your face.