Princess Zenithia’s bed was already turned down. Tending to her nightly ritual, Tilia dressed her in a silken robe, and brushed her long glossy hair before hurrying from the room. She was eager to meet someone. A man. Rushing along the many passageways, she peered about nervously, hoping she wouldn’t be seen before reaching a doorway which was hidden among the stonework. Pushing the fifth stone upwards, she heard a creak and then another before the door yawned open.
Slipping inside she waited, peering into the darkness and beyond. Tilia knew riches were stowed far back in the recess of the room and this made her even more fearful. Entry was forbidden for females, yet she took this risk, wanting nothing more than to feel his arms around her, but after a time she came to realize that he wou
