Cold-Hearted King

He inclines closer. My body stiffens, "They are fine. I remember my words to you."He brushes his thumb at the corner of my eye. His thumb and forefinger glisten with the moistness of my tears. He rubs it between his thumb and forefinger with a hard expression on his face.

"What will they do to us?" It jumps from my lips before I could think.

His smile is lethal as he glances down at me, "You're my wife. Your concern is my concern. This. Shouldn't be your concern. No one can touch you, "He keeps his voice lower.

My throbbing pulses relax at his words. He always gives me mixed feelings. Tension runs thick. I'm content that he is doing what he promised me, protecting us.