A Husband To Kiss

"Are you going to leave before greeting your husband?" Killorn murmured in her ears, his voice deeper than usual.

Ophelia's heart skipped. He sounded irritated. She could smell the musk of his morning training. She wetted her bottom lips, for it had a surprisingly pleasant scent. One of his arms dug into her waist, but he also rested a palm on her stomach. 

"H-hi."

Killorn narrowed his eyes. "That's it?"

"G-good morning…?"

Killorn sharply exhaled. He slid his palm up her throat, but kept on hand on her belly. He was bewildered by the strange and hard material underneath his palm. What the hell was that?

"Where's my morning kiss, Ophelia?"

Ophelia's cheeks burned. She was astonished by how shameless he was. He didn't seem ashamed by the request, even with Cora present. In the corner of her eyes, she saw the Head Housekeeper bow and quietly excuse herself.

"Y-you are t-tall…" Ophelia finally elaborated.