Emma.
The sound of rustling jolted me awake. I sat up in the four poster bed, my heart racing wildly as I tried to recall where I was.
When did I fall asleep? I didn’t remember closing my eyes, let alone allowing myself to relax in a place like this.
I was in lord Roger’s chambers. I could see the fancy erotic paintings on the wall and the plush white rug that felt very soft underneath my feet.
The rustling grew louder and I figured out that the noise was coming from across the room.
Instinctively, my hand flew to the pocketknife I kept tucked in my dress. If it was Lord Roger, I wasn’t about to be caught defenseless.
Sliding silently off the bed, I was as silent as I could. I crept out of the room to the front door where the noise was coming from.
But as I stepped further int
