*Killian*
Three evenings later, after returning from a day at the mines, I am disappointed to find the door to the music room locked. I have grown accustomed to finding Tia there, to having a few minutes to observe her before someone spots me lurking in the doorway and gasps or shrieks in surprise. In spite of my assurances that no ghost is hovering about, it seems some are still expecting the sudden appearance of a wraith.
I don’t much like that I anticipate seeing Tia at the end of the day, that she has so quickly become an intricate part of my life. I wake with her in my arms, and if I’m fortunate enough to find the sun has yet to appear, then I begin my morning with a rousing s****l encounter. She is the most enthusiastic partner I have ever known… or perhaps it is simply that I take
