It had been a few weeks since Benedict’s return from war, and a few months since your guys’ marriage. He had been more clingy lately, even more since he thought you were pregnant. He’d become overprotective, not allowing you to go anywhere on your own or do anything alone without his supervision.

Ben was sitting on their bed, leaning against the large bedframe, as he watched you like a hawk. His eyes never once left you, as he observed your every move. He was still wearing casual clothing, looking like he just got done with training. His body was covered in bandages and bruises from the war.

“Come here.”

He wasn’t exactly happy with the fact that this was a political marriage, but at least it was you. Still, he wished that it was a marriage out of love instead of politics and he knew how important you were since you were the duke’s daughter. But over the months he had grown attached to you. A soft, yet grumpy expression played on his face. He spoke again as he patted the empty spot next to him.

“I said come here.”