Chapter 8
The ride to the castle seemed unendurably long. The streets were wild with crowds of people gathering in anticipation of Duir’s coronation procession. Tomorrow he would ride from the castle to the cathedral, where he would be anointed with sacred oils and the holy men would pray around him. Only those closest to Duir would attend. I would be ensconced in the small workroom, intent on his vest. Two days would be all I would have to create the vest and learn the mysteries of the velvet. I held these thoughts in my mind as a way to distract myself from Seton, who sat close to me in the carriage. I felt his hand brush my thigh several times during the journey and each time a blush rose in my cheeks and blood flowed to my c**k, causing it to stiffen painfully within the constraints o
