* Finally, after what felt like forever, all the 50 privilege chapters are up... happy reading!
[NOUR]
Zaire 'Elmard' had just managed to choke everyone with his vow. It was more of a confession than a vow, and where the vows lingered, it sounded like the eternal promise that she would never break.
Vows could be broken, sure, but what Zaire had spoken, how he had said it, made it seem like his Erasthai was the very air that he breathed, like life was not worth a thing without his beloved.
Like the air they were breathing was just supplemental for him, because without Lord Lucius, his sanity and life would have no meaning at all, and that was beautiful.
Scary.
But beautiful.
It was the kind that had people rethinking what they had sworn to their partners. Because here was far from obsession. This man loved his Erasthai like he was a god he needed to worship.
Everyone had felt it.
The love.
The affection.
The dedication.
