Chapter Thirteen
After three weeks of gaiety in the castle Erin couldn’t help her ebullient mood. Fritz had been more jolly than she’d seen him all the days of their marriage, as if the clouds that hung over them had actually lifted. Edwina’s crimes had been atoned for. And the specter of that past atrocity seemed to change the whole aura of the castle. Even Paulina was more cheerful.
Now, with the sun having returned to lighten the dour English countryside, she felt true happiness creeping into her. The feeling would wash over her in waves, often associated by her nights in bed with Fritz, that were no less profound without spankings and whippings. Such delightful interludes in her days satisfied her s****l needs and Fritz’s as well. After three weeks, she wondered if her husband had f
