Alexander
I returned to the palace after dark. I figured Fiona may be asleep already, but still, my blood ran warm with anticipation as I continued thinking about what to say to her. How to account for my outburst and my absence these past few days, when finally we were face to face again.
I worked the lock and the doorknob carefully. Eased the door open slowly. If Fiona was asleep, I did not want to wake her.
But she was not asleep.
I closed and locked the door silently behind me but hung back in the shadows.
Fiona was lying in our bed with her legs spread wide, touching herself. A single candle on the bedside cast the scene in a small orb of flickering amber light. The rest of the room, including the doorway where I was standing, was pitch dark.
The animal inside of me was alread
