Rosie's Games

On the contrary, Rosalind's bathroom was a serene sanctuary, a haven of relaxation and rejuvenation. Soft, warm lighting illuminated the space, casting a gentle glow upon the elegant fixtures and furnishings.

As Rosalind reclined in the tub, steam gracefully rose from the water, enveloping the room in a misty embrace. The air was delicately scented with the fragrance of aromatic oils, infusing the space with a soothing aroma that eased her senses.

Candles flickered around the edges of the room, their gentle glow casting dancing shadows upon the walls. The soft illumination created a tranquil ambiance, enhancing the serene atmosphere of the space. The warm, golden light reflected off the gleaming surfaces, lending an ethereal touch to the surroundings.

Finally, she found herself alone, the weight of the days melting away as she prepared to unwind. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting a romantic ambiance that set her at ease.

However, it was not too long before she noticed a subtle shift in the room's atmosphere. Her eyebrows arched in surprise as she felt a presence, a presence she recognized all too well. "Lucas?" she murmured, a mix of curiosity and intrigue lacing her voice. Why was he here instead of the palace?

The frown that had etched itself on Lucas's face seemed to dissolve the instant he laid eyes on her naked form. With a confident stride, he closed the distance, lowering himself next to the tub. Her heart skipped a beat, her smile faltering ever so slightly in response to his unexpected presence.

"I thought you went to the palace," she voiced her confusion, trying to make sense of his sudden reappearance.

"I came back," he murmured, his gaze locking with hers, his voice, low and velvety. Without hesitation, he reached out, his fingers delicately tracing her jawline, igniting a wave of anticipation within her. She couldn't deny the magnetic pull of his touch, the electric charge that passed between them.

"Why so quick?" she managed to utter. She had anticipated hours passing before their paths would cross again, yet here he was, by her side in an instant.

His fingers continued their exploratory journey, trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. The intensity of his touch caused her to quiver, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't deny the potent allure of his presence, the unmistakable chemistry that crackled between them.

"Why waste time conversing with other men when I can spend it with you?" His words, dripping with seduction, hung in the air, teasing her senses. The audacity of his suggestion left her momentarily speechless.

"Your grace!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in both surprise and a hint of scandal. "Show a little decency, won't you?" Her attempt at reprimand held a faint undertone of desire, betraying the smoldering tension that simmered just beneath the surface.

He simply chuckled, his laughter resonating with confidence and playfulness. It was as if her words had no effect on him, only fueling his determination. "How about I join you?" he proposed, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips, his seductive eyebrow arching in an invitation that dared her to resist.

Once again, she found herself inwardly torn. How could she deny the magnetic pull of this man?

However, just as she was about to give her consent, Lucas surprised her by planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. A warmth spread through her, leaving her yearning for more. But before she could utter another word, he swiftly rose from his seat.

"Enjoy your bath. I will be waiting in the bedroom," Lucas declared, his voice filled with a magnetic allure. With those words lingering in the air, he left the room without waiting for her response, leaving her both bewildered and intrigued.

What was that man's problem? She furrowed her brow, perplexed by his sudden departure. However, despite her curiosity, she chose to remain silent. After all, Lucas had always been a man of mystery, and trying to decipher his every action would only lead to more questions than answers.

Of course, she understood that Lucas was a busy man, with countless responsibilities and commitments. Perhaps he simply didn't have the luxury of joining her in the bath. Or maybe, just maybe, he believed she deserved this moment of respite, a chance to luxuriate in the soothing waters. A mischievous smile played at the corners of her lips as she entertained the thought.

Could it be that Lucas had plans to tire her out in a different way after she emerged from her bath? The playful idea danced through her mind, making her snort with amusement. She decided to put her musings aside and fully indulge in the relaxing ambiance of the bath, relishing the moments of tranquility and self-care that awaited her.

Unbeknownst to her, Lucas hadn't actually left the room. He stood hidden, observing her with a mixture of adoration and amusement. As she smiled and mumbled to herself, his heart swelled with affection, relishing in the sight of her contentment. Chuckling softly to himself, he turned away, deciding to give her the space and privacy she deserved.

As Lucas removed his coat, preparing for his own bath, a figure appeared not too far away. It was Belisarius. Lucas sneered, unimpressed by the sudden appearance. How could a man just appear inside the bedroom of a newlywed couple?

"So, you finally decided to show yourself," Lucas quipped.

Belisarius, seemingly unfazed by Lucas's attitude, casually responded, "I was not able to congratulate you on your wedding."

A knowing smirk tugged at the corners of Lucas's lips. "Hmmm... I do expect a wedding gift."

Belisarius raised an eyebrow, his demeanor cool and collected. "How can you be so greedy? You've already taken the pearl that I gave her."

Lucas remained silent, pouring himself a glass of wine, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I would love a glass as well..." Belisarius trailed off, his request lingering in the air.

Lucas didn't bother to spare his feelings, instead responding bluntly, "Get one for yourself then." Taking a seat on the couch, he leaned back, fixing Belisarius with a daring and challenging gaze.

"You— " Belisarius did not know what to say except, "You really are too petty!"

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