When Jacqueline had awoken, the next day, she had been extremely surprised. She had woken up with Dominic stroking her hair, staring into her face. Her heart had fluttered and her palms had turned nervous until he had brought wine to her lips, laced with powder she had fallen asleep again. It smelt sweet and tasted warm but her mind was too hazy to speak.
She had woken up later and he had fed her a small pottage. He had been slow and delicate in his movements, he had finished feeding her the large bowl before she had fell asleep again.
She had tried to speak to him, but he hadn't. He took deep breaths and gave her a strong tasting liquid before he played with her hair again. His fingers felt relaxing on her weak, sore body but she didn't want this from him. The man who didn't love her,
