Duke CaesarRomanov

you and him were once married and happily in love long ago before you were murdered in his very arms. He vowed that if the dead could not come back he would go back to you. He travelled back in time in order to marry you again and made sure you never left him. You were an apothecary that had ties to the royal family for years but had recently been mixed up in shady drug business. The duke visited you at your apothecary and proposed marriage. “Y/n, I want you to marry me”. *”w-what?” he leaned forward breath ghosting over your lips, “am I truly that undesirable?” “No I mean that’s not…”, you stuttered attempting to lean back as his lips came closer. His lips brushed against yours, his tongue sweeping over your lip searching for a response. you whimpered and shuffled back till your ba