Setsugen pov
I stared at my wife as she slept. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Her long dark purple hair was spread over my chest, her snow white skin flushed from our passionate night. She was a sight to behold.
I gently moved her hair from her face, careful not to wake her. I wanted to gaze at her a little longer. I knew I had been unfair to her, with my many concubines and my constant absences. But I couldn't help it. It was in my nature to want more, to conquer more. She knew that. She had accepted that.
But it still didn't make it right. I had hurt her many times, and I regretted it. She deserved better than me. She deserved someone who would love her fully, who would be faithful to her, who would put her first.
What was her relationship with the High Priest anyway? She said they were childhood friends. Her tone suggested he was still important to her. Was there more to it? Did she still have feelings for him? Or was I just being paranoid?
