Henry’s chest tightened at her words, but he wasn’t done. He reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb lingering on her cheek.
“We waited,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted to make sure I was strong enough, that you were comfortable with me. I didn’t want to rush you… or us. But, Livia…” He hesitated, searching her eyes. “Does it bother you that you’re not wearing my mark yet?”
For a moment, she froze. Her gaze dropped to his chest, and though she quickly tried to compose herself, he caught the flicker of sadness in her eyes. It was fleeting, but it was enough.
“It’s okay,” she said softly, her voice steady but lacking its usual brightness. “I know you’ve been through so much, and I don’t want to pressure you. I’m happy with what we ha
