*Dion*
I crouch in a back corner of the garden, watching the residence, waiting for the music's final note.
I am a fool to consider sneaking into her bedchamber and bedding her there … but I don’t want her to see the squalor in which I live with one of my brothers. My single room is small, the bed cramped, the walls so thin I often hear the couple on the other side snoring, or worse, going at it.
They are so blasted noisy, her always using the Goddess’ name in vain, him grunting and growling like a rutting boar. Then afterward their loud sighs and laughter, each of them always proclaiming it had never been so good.
She is right. We can do it quietly, undetected. Hadn't Romeo snuck into Juliet's parents' home ?
I will leave with the first trill of the lark.
The music finally flitters
