DARIUS POV
Darius was unable to sleep at all.
It was late, but every time he closed his eyes, an image of a smiling Brielle flashed through his mind, and he was reminded once more that he hadn't seen her since he arrived.
Now he had decided to take things into his hands.
He might be missing her, but then he would need her services tonight, and the thought of burying himself deep in her warm tight home that was all his, had him anticipating their meeting already.
Feets padding away from his room, a smile on his face, Darius began to wander the corridors of the silent castle, his legs leading him to the hallway where Brielle’s bedroom was.
It didn't take him long to arrive, and he soon stood before the door.
'Should he knock?' He pondered, his hands raised in that gesture, but at
