*Henry*
We are late for breakfast, very late. To be honest, I'm surprised we make it at all. Every time I got up to don my clothes, he watched me with a predatory gleam. Just when I was almost put together, he would remove every item and take me again. It's a wonder I can walk with the touch of soreness between my legs indicating how well and often he has pleasured me.
Finally, with a teasing laugh, I ran naked to my own bedchamber and locked the door. I can't recall ever feeling so young and uninhibited. I want to skip through fields of flowers and twirl about in the rain.
Now he sits across from me at the small square table where we eat from the plates a servant brought to us earlier before departing. I sent Brewster to fetch two copies of the Alpha Times so we can catch up on the lat
