Snuggling in his shirt while she reads over a movie script her agent is trying to get her into. @impendiovis.bsky.social

Their first Christmas together . . @impendiovis.bsky.social

She’s standing in her dressing room, facing him with a hopeful expression on her face. “So, what do you think of my work?” @impendiovis.bsky.social

That conversation with her cousin has pissed her off, but she’s got a swimsuit magazine to be photographed for. Would he like to come watch? @impendiovis.bsky.social

She needs to talk to him. @impendiovis.bsky.social

She knows what they did to Pollux, he told her everything. And while she’s grateful for the opportunity they’ve presented her with, they better not come near him again. Consider that their only warning. @crudelis.bsky.social

Well, it’s not really her style; but she’s found a dress. @impendiovis.bsky.social

Perhaps not, but they are still her belongings.

She won’t take anything that looks expensive.

Is he sure?

She’ll let him pick something out, she doesn’t want to disturb the way his wife left her things.

Could she possibly borrow something of his wife’s so she can get home to get her own clothes? She’ll have it cleaned and returned just as it was.

She’s not angry, she just needs clothes.

She will have to return to her flat, since he ruined the only clothing she brought with her.

She can’t think of any reasons.

She just assumed . . He still wants to go ahead with the arrangement?

Well . . She’s expecting he won’t want to see her again, so she’ll fetch her cloak and be on her way.

Mm, it was excellent.

She’s never had that many orgasms in one night.

Merlin’s beard . .

“Emmeline. Emmeline Rosier. But my friends call me Emmy.” She responded as she met his eyes.

She was well aware that his eyes lingered, and she smiled to herself when he looked away. “You know, you never even asked me my name.”

Frowning, she reached up and put a hand on his shoulder. Watching carefully for any reaction from his wife. “It wasn’t your fault, then. And she wouldn’t want you to be doing this to yourself. Or blaming yourself.”

“If she’s telling you, then obviously she still knows what’s best for you.” She pointed out, as her eyes flickered up to the portrait and back to him. “Anyone knows death makes vows obsolete.”

“Have you even been listening to me? I don’t want a loveless marriage or a purely physical relationship. I want to be in love, like I was with my fiancé before he was taken from me, and if you won’t open your heart to me . . I won’t settle for someone who hates me.”

“I have money, and I make a substantial living selling my photographs in the muggle world. Money doesn’t matter to me.” She pointed out, before she stopped him. “I don’t want a business arrangement, or someone with an empty heart.”

“If you aren’t even willing to consider opening yourself up to me, is there any point?” She asked out loud, she was used to voicing her opinions and thoughts with no consequence. But she retrieved her catalogue and stuffed it under her cloak before she took his arm.

She’d never ever felt degraded by how she made a living, until now. And she hated it. It had her feeling sick to her stomach, and if she’d known it would go this way, she’d never have agreed, or listened to his son.

“That’s not the kind of marriage I want, I want to be accepted as I am, and that extends to how I support myself. If you can’t even pretend to take an interest, it’s never going to work.”

“Well, my career comes with me. And I won’t be giving it up.” She responded seriously. “I lost my younger brother a few weeks ago, and my fiancé alongside him.”

“No man has ever requested that I cover up.” She pointed out. Then she nodded in understanding. “I may be young, but I know loss.”

“It was your son’s idea.” She snapped, fastening her cloak back around her neck and staring him down. “Name them.”

“So you’re like the rest of them, you think because I’m a model that I can’t be intelligent?” She asked with an annoyed tone, then she stood back up and retrieved her cloak.

Rolling her eyes, she opened the catalogue and shoved it into his hands. “He said you’d be stubborn. Just look before you make up your mind.”

“You haven’t seen what I can do yet.” She pointed out, then she produced a catalogue of her best modelling photographs.

He may believe so, but he was still a man. And it was her job to entertain men. Taking a bold step forward, she let her cloak fall to the floor and then she set herself down on his lap.

“He said you could use the company.” She responded with a nod, before she removed her cloak to reveal a bikini that left little to the imagination.

Cue her barging in after his son dropped her off and his elf let her in the house.

𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 #𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌.