Amelie
I made a short detour to our bedroom to pick up my useless phone from there before I entered my former bedroom and took a pause for a moment. It felt like ages since the last time I had slept in here and ages since the day I had gotten ready for my first ball and Raphael had given me the collar, marking me as his without me knowing it.
I walked to the middle of the room and looked at the corner where I knew the camera was. I dialled his number and waited for him to pick up.
“My Duchess…”
I felt my shoulders relaxing and my blood warming with that simple greeting. “Where are you?” I asked. It’s fûcking hard not knowing, not able to see for myself where he was at all times.
“Don’t you know that already?” he asked, a playfulness evident in his words.
It was a few days ago when we
