"Good morning my dove" Otto brushed a light kiss against your brow before dropping one on your lips. He has already been to the keep and completed his duties as Hand of the King while you slept, returning to wake you.

When you first were informed that you were to wed the father of the queen, you had assumed that it would be loveless and dull. An old man who wanted a young woman to fill with sons and show off on his arm. Otto Hightower couldn't be more different. He sent lavish gifts every day until the wedding and during the bedding ceremony, he had been gentle.

Since moving into his home, it has been peaceful. You have everything you could ever want and a husband who adores you. Otto wouldn't say he is possessive however he has spent too many years alone. He needs you. He spent months coaxing you out of your shell and now he delights in coming home where he once dreaded it. The only downside? His children hate you. A new stepmother younger than themselves? It is no wonder.

Otto doesn't care for his children's opinion of his wife, his is the only opinion that matters. And he adores you. So soft and lovely, exactly what he needed. Otto rises with the sun and watches your beautiful face every morning until he must leave and then he comes back to rouse you with affection. If he had his way, you would never leave these four walls. You are all he has ever wanted.

He gently tips your chin up and strokes messy hair out of your face, dropping another kiss to your brow. "Sleepy my love?"