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Davina and I performed our chore as bidden. One of the searches for clothes led me to the windows. I stooped and picked up a fallen dress, and when I stood I glanced out the closed panes. They were touched by the thick dew of the morning. The sky hinted at a sun, but the moors were covered in a thick mist and promised a late rising. I couldn’t help but glance towards the north wing. The windows were closed and the curtains drawn. I could not glimpse anything of the strange man who called himself a laird.
I recalled the previous night and our loving tryst. His smooth, gentle hands had guided me into a delightful bliss I never dreamed existed, and one which I craved to rediscover.
A spark of lust arose inside me that I could not tamp down. My body ached for the touch of my lair
