When life gives you lemons, I squeeze them. In my case, though, it feels more like I've been handed two big melons this time. But that's beside the point.
And so began my month as Death's husband… Seriously, am I in a romance fantasy book? What even is this? It's ridiculous.
Yet somehow, I chose to embrace this lifestyle. Not like I can escape this punishment quest anyway. And, honestly, it's way better here than in that cursed forest.
Today marks day four of my new life. The night was… interesting. I ended up sleeping beside Death herself. It was chilly, to say the least. The bed was comfy enough, but the problem was the creature pressed against me—now in her flesh form—body curved against mine. It wasn't warmth I felt. No, her skin was like ice, pure frozen stone masquerading as flesh. So cold… and yet, somehow, I slept better than I have in years.
