“Would you like to swim?” He asked, gesturing to the lapping water ahead. I let out of huff of air and laughed.
“I don’t think so,” I replied quickly, shaking my head.
“Then would you mind if I went for a swim?”
“Of course not,” I began softly, and watched as he began to tug at the laces of his tunic.
He untied them and pulled his shirt over his head; his muscles flexing. My eyes were wide as I watched him undress. Flashes of my father’s chambers caused my heart to quicken in pace. I tried to remember to breathe as I looked away from Klaus. Candlelight. The warmth of the wine deep inside my belly. My father’s rough hands on my arms. The feel of his chest hair against my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on the gentle sound of the water lapping.
“Are you alright, Aurelia
