Your heart was pounding in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The weight of the metal on your hands felt exceptionally heavy, and you couldn’t help but feel the slightest tinge of chagrin in your position.

“By the way,” Wriothesley chimed, a grin pulling at his lips, drawing his fingers down your bare chest.

“For this, you address me as ‘your grace.’ Understood?” Your boyfriend asked with a roguish simper, playfully tugging at the cuffs around your wrists.