"Shhh shhhh, all is well. Everything is alright. You are safe." He says to me. He releases my wrists and brushes the stray hair from my face. I'm sweaty and have sweat through my night clothes. I begin to shiver as the room has grown chilly after the sun has gone down. He grabs a blanket and wraps it around me. As I become more oriented I realize that the Comte is also in his night clothes.
"My lord, can you tell me where to get fresh linens for the bed?" He dips his head to the side and a low chuckle comes from his chest. Taking my hands in his he leads me to the chair and motions for me to sit. Then, without another word he begins to change the sheets on the bed. It isn't an uncomfortable silence. There is no tension, no anger, just two people existing in the same space.
Once he is do
