August at the Palace was always a happy month. Pleasant breezes blew through the open windows and the sun shone through muslin curtains, shining on the children playing on the polished floor.
The Princess, her hair coiled demurely on her pretty head, stood and watched them push their wooden toys around the room and smiled happily to herself.
The door opened and a tall and elegant man entered the room. He was dressed in fine clothes, simple and plain but beautifully cut. As always, the Princess's breath caught in her throat when she saw him. His dark eyes fell on her and immediately lit up, a wide grin spreading across his lovely face, his hot gaze sweeping over her lush curves.
"My husband," she sighed and curled her arms around his waist, while they both contentedly watched their children. One dark, one fair, both equally loved.