The shift came so suddenly it almost felt unreal.
One moment, he was feeding me like it was the most natural thing in the world. The next, he set his utensils down with quiet precision and reached beside him.
When he placed a thick, neatly organized folder on the table between us, the air changed.
Just like that. Back to business. Back to reality.
My fingers curled slightly against my lap as I stared at it. “What’s that?” I asked, though I already had a feeling.
“Our agreement,” Wilthon replied calmly. “Five years.”
My chest tightened.
“Five years of what?” I asked, my eyes widening in shock.
“Marriage contract,” he replied without moving. My throat went dry.
“Five years is such a long time. I thought it was just about producing an heir for you. Besides, why do you need a new heir
