I accepted fate at some point and decided to take it all in. The princess now wailed and they both huffed for breath while laughing their actions off at the end.
“Turn them back on” the princess spoke to me with gasped inhalation “I want to soak in my husband’s beautiful face”
Oh, I thought in torture from her clinging words... ‘My husband’.
My hands navigated aimlessly till it found the switch. I didn’t want to turn them on. Because then would I have to watch the way they both gaped at each other, like childhood lovers or fated amours.
And feel completely wounded by the fact that Edgar once gave me that look, but I had always disregarded it as it is a violation for any maid to be intimate with the Duke, and particularly shameful to me... A w***e’s daughter.
If only I didn't take deep
