Beheaded

Styles rested in the bath, shutting his eyes to enjoy the burn coating his skin. His head was thrown backward as the steam enveloped the room, making it difficult to spot anything.

He needed this after the three days tarry by his wife's side. Ragi had to force him out because it was unbefitting of an Emperor to skip his bath for three consecutive days.

Styles couldn't argue. The man had a point. So he let his wife under the care of the security and went to have his bath.

“This feels so good,” he mumbled, sinking deeper into the water.

Usually, the maids were supposed to help him bathe but Styles had them dismissed since he got married.

He didn't want any other woman touching him except his wife. Ivory had gone a thousand shades of red then and he found it absolutely adorable.

Sometimes, it surprised him how easily the woman was occupying his heart. If only he met her before he got entangled with Mona.

Now, he was going to do his best to protect her from his enemies. He was goin