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The Cursed King

He has been waiting for fifteen centuries to meet his wife again. (COMPLETED) Meet Loriel Ashborn, former king of Summeria, 15-century old immortal, a doting husband, certified simp, a wife's slave. In the land where the human race lived side by side with other races like the elves, witches, and those immortal beings often calling themselves gods, lived a powerful king, Loriel Ashborn. One fatal mistake caused him to lose the woman he loved as she was sent to the future by the evil Time Master before he died. The only way to see her again is for him to take the curse of immortality, and so he did. Now, after 15 centuries, Loriel finally found her again. But she didn't remember him? Well, who cares! This time, the shameless husband would never let her go ever again. To make her remember their life together, he even faked a terminal illness with his 'dying wish' was to experience how it was like to be married. And when he *cough cough* 'miraculously' made a full recovery, he said, "Wifey, you saved my life! Now, I owe you forever. I will repay with my body." *** AUTHOR'S NOTE: In their previous life, the king felt that he was not a good husband to his wife, so this time around, he would make up to her and be the best husband she could ever hope for. You will witness a total simp, a devoted doting husband who would pamper his wife to no end and give the whole world to her. I DON'T DO SLOW BURNS. This story will have a lot of snusnu/lemon/smut and it's not advised to read if you are prudish or underage. Also, there will be magic. A lot of magic because the male lead is a 'god' and the female lead is a 'witch'.

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Elise's Cooking

He watched her cook in glee. The man was so engrossed in watching her cooking that he forgot to sip his wine. Elise cut the chicken into small pieces and washed them.

Her movement was awkward at first, but then she became more confident.  Several times, Loriel winced his forehead, worried that she would hurt herself, but he managed to hold back from taking over the cooking.

He must let Elise do what she wanted to do. If he always did things for her, treated her like a helpless child, she would feel smothered and he didn't want that.

So, sometimes he held his breath, and sometimes he looked away when Elise almost cut her fingers. Luckily, it didn't happen.

"Pour some salt and spring onion slices," she muttered while reading the instruction on her phone screen. The soup was almost done and they could smell it in the air.