Emma.
It was morning and the slight chill from the night was yet to vanish. I stood nervously outside Roger’s quarters with a tray of food.
The events of the previous night were still on my mind. But I had to be strong.
With a sigh, I braced myself and knocked softly on the door.
“Come in,” Roger’s voice called from outside, firm and commanding as always.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Roger sat at a small table, already reviewing some papers. He barely looked up as I placed the tray in front of him.
“Your meal, my lord,” I said quietly, keeping my eyes on the tray as I arranged the plates.
He finally looked up, his sharp eyes scanning my face. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, his tone was casual, though i could see the concern in his eyes.
“Yes,” I replied qui
