Arthur looked at her with a mixture of concern and realization. "Sorry about that, darlin'," he said, his voice filled with genuine apology. "I forgot how sensitive you might be." Luna nodded as she laid on her back staring at the ceiling, "I enjoyed it," Arthur chuckled at her admission, a mixture
"Let's just do what she wants," Luna suggested. Arthur let out a sigh, realizing that Luna was right. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just a bit frustrating, you know? My family can be pushy and controlling sometimes." He turned to the wedding planner. "Alright, I guess we'll consider my family's
"What kind of trouble?" he asked, his voice barely masking the anger brewing within him. "Sir as much as we know, he is severely injured and won't make a recovery this soon. but maybe he can send his men, we should take care of the security in the wedding." Luna listened to all this attentively, S
Arthur chuckled, surprised by the number she had mentioned. "Five kids, huh? Wow, you're aiming big." He ran his hand down her back again, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of not being able to give her the family she wanted. "You'd make a great momma, darlin'," he said, his voice both since
{Third person's pov} Luna woke up from her sleep after an hour, just to find herself alone in the room. she sat up and stretched her arms before walking out of the bed. she made her way out of the room, but Arthur wasn't in the living room or the kitchen, so she frowned and walked towards his stud
"uh huh, For instance?" She raised an eyebrow as her hands coiled around his neck. Arthur's hands began to roam up her body, his touch possessive and wanting. "Oh, I could think of a few things," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Like you, for starters. Your body, your smile, your touch.
........... The next day, Arthur and Luna set out to find the perfect wedding rings. They strolled through the city, hand in hand, discussing what they each wanted. "So, what kind of ring are you thinking, darlin'?" Arthur asked, looking down at her. "Something simple and classic, or something fla
Arthur clenched his fists, his body tense with anger. He wanted nothing more than to march over there and grab the man by the collar, but he refrained himself. He watched as the man continued to talk to Luna, his gaze lingering on her in a way that made Arthur's stomach twist with jealousy. He coul