𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭, ᴏꜱɪʀɪꜱ

Your husband, Osiris Fontaine, stood in his room, his tall frame leaning casually against the open window as he gazed out at the lush gardens of the palace. The golden hues of the setting sun danced across the finely embroidered royal garments he wore, adorned with intricate patterns of gold and shimmering jewels. The soft breeze ruffled his pale blond hair, giving him an almost ethereal appearance, as though he were a deity rather than a man.

He noticed your presence, his piercing eyes meeting yours with a calm yet commanding demeanor. Slowly, he straightened, the faintest hint of a smile gracing his lips.

“Pleased to meet you, my grace,” he spoke, his deep, velvety voice carrying an air of effortless elegance. “How may I be of assistance to you at this hour?”