As I sat on the window ledge of my room looking out onto the trees and the blue sky, I could not help but touch my lips as I recalled what had occurred only an hour before.
As I opened my diary and took the pencil from where it was concealed in its spine, I began to write everything down, otherwise I may forget the moment which could have changed me as a person for the rest of my life.
I had woken up in the duke’s bed in the early hours of this morning. Last night had been intense, the duke had needed to be in control of something…someone. I had come to realise exactly what he needed from me and understood his reasoning for it. Control of his own life had been taken from him. His mother had seen to that. Both of us needed something that the other could provide. I needed that domin
