12/03/2025
𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐕𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
(𝘈 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏is 𝘞𝘪𝘧𝘦)
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱-𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 75-𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵-𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘝, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘈 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘚 𝘍𝘐𝘍𝘈 24 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘴—𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘑𝘌𝘙𝘙𝘠, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘛-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.
𝘈 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹. 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘓!
𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘱, 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
(𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧)
Come on! Who’s the boss?
𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘜𝘕𝘠𝘐𝘔𝘌 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵—𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺’𝘴—𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯-𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘨.
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
(𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨)
So, this is where all your energy goes, eh, Babe?
𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
Ah! Her Royal Gorgeousness, you snuck up on me.
𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
Come here, My Trophy Queen. I have conquered the virtual world, but now I must win your heart again.
𝘜𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩.
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
(𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵)
You know I’m yours already.
𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯—𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
Unyime, do you love me?
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥.
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
(𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺)
Jay, what kind of question is that? You already know I do.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
(𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸)
Do I?
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
Come on, you should know. I do everything to show you.
𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
Actions are great, my love. But love unspoken is love uncertain.
𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵… 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
Even God, who sees our hearts, still asks us to confess with our mouths. If the Almighty desires words, how much more we, who are fragile and forgetful?
𝘜𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦—𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸… 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵.
𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
Words breathe life into love, My Trophy Queen. They are the spark that keeps the fire burning. A home filled with words of love will never grow cold.
𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘜𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴:
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
I love you.
𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦.
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
I love you, My King. You are my safe place, my rock, my greatest blessing. I love the way you love me. I love the way you cover me, protect me. I love you with everything in me.
𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
(𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯)
That… that is love.
𝘜𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘝 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.
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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟐 – 𝐈𝐍𝐓. 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 – 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳.
𝘜𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺’𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯. 𝘈𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳.
𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥.
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
(𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯)
Jerry, let me cook!
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
(𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨)
It’s Babe, or My King, or Honey. Try again.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴.
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
Fine. Babe.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
Hmm, not enough.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺.
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
My King.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
Better.
𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
Say it again.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…
𝐔𝐍𝐘𝐈𝐌𝐄
I love you, My King.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳.
𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
And I love you, HerRoyalGorgeousness. More than words can ever tell.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳—𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.
𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓.
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𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍:
“𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲. 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰—𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.”
