Demetrius’s POV
I was losing my mind again. It was not something special to see someone with a dagger tied against their thigh, but here I was seeing my wife like that and losing my sanity.
"I need to f**k her with that dagger tied against her thigh," I mumbled.
"Did you say something? I couldn't catch it," she said as we were walking on the castle ground.
"No, nothing. Don't worry," I said. "Just make sure not to step on pebbles. There are some sharp ones."
"Oh, I'm careful," she said and smiled. Even in the darkness, I could see the glow of her blue eyes. It was the first thing that drew me toward her.
Her eyes were captivating strangely. Every time I looked into them, I felt dizzy and restless, but even the restlessness was peaceful.
"Who do you look like?" I ask
