*Oliver*
It is full-on dark by the time we finally sit down to devour the fish I’ve caught. I have no actual dining room, no chairs in the kitchen that can be set against the large table where I prepare food. Therefore, we take our meal on the sofa in the main room. I think I’ll never be able to eat in there again without thinking of her.
When we are finished, she helps me clear up the mess. She washes the dishes and pans while I dry them and put them away. It seems a domestic chore, one that people of my station certainly never experience. Seraphine probably expects to never experience it as a wife… tidying up with the ranked husband her father has convinced her she would marry. While it seems preposterous that he could successfully live a lie for so long, I know it is possible. My fri
