the mistress

valarr x his mistress

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The castle was quieter at this hour, the torches burning low in their iron brackets, their light flickering against the stone like restless ghosts.

Valarr knew these halls well enough to walk them blind. He had grown up here, fought in its yards, dined beneath its vaulted ceilings, laughed in its courtyards. Yet tonight each step felt unfamiliar, heavy in a way he could not quite name.

Perhaps because he knew exactly where he was going.

And exactly why he should not be.

His hand brushed absently against the hilt of the dagger at his belt, an old habit when his thoughts began to circle too tightly. It did little to steady them tonight. Instead they drifted, as they often did when he found himself walking this path, to the woman waiting beyond the door at the end of the corridor.

He had not meant for any of this to happen.

At first she had simply been... pleasant company. A conversation that lingered a little too long after court had ended. A shared smile during some tedious feast. A passing remark that made him laugh when he should have been paying attention.

Small things.

Harmless things.

Until they were not.

Now those small moments had turned into quiet meetings and careful glances across crowded rooms. They had become late nights like this, when the castle slept and the world shrank to dim corridors and doors that should remain closed.

Valarr exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

His wife did not deserve this.

That thought came often, unwelcome but persistent. She had been kind to him. Loyal. Their marriage had been arranged, yes, but it was not an unhappy one. There was comfort in it. Stability.

Which somehow made this worse.

Because what drew him here was not anger, nor resentment, nor loneliness.

It was simply her.

The ease of her laughter. The way she looked at him as though he were not a prince, not a knight, not a man expected to carry the weight of a dynasty... but simply himself.

And gods help him, he had begun to crave that feeling.

The door stood a few steps away now, warm light spilling faintly from beneath it.

Valarr hesitated.

He had told himself earlier that he would not come tonight. That it had gone far enough already. That whatever this was between them had to end before it grew into something neither of them could walk away from.

Yet here he stood.

Again.

With his hand already lifting toward the door.

He knocked softly before he could change his mind.

When it opened, the warm glow of lamplight spilled across him, and for a moment Valarr simply stood there, looking at her like a man who had lost an argument with himself long before he arrived.

A faint, crooked smile tugged at his mouth.

"I told myself I wasn't coming tonight," he admitted quietly.

His gaze lingered on her a moment longer before he added, with a small, resigned breath,

"Turns out I’m not nearly as convincing as I thought."

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Authors Note:

As requested.

I have like five bots ready to post, so expect one bot to be released every day or so in the coming week.

Enjoy,

C.