Tell me...
Her maidenhood was no more, but Evie did not miss it. In fact, laying there in bed with Milo, she wondered why she had even bothered to hold on to it this long when giving it up brought such pleasure.
What had begun in the tub had later, much, much later, been relocated to the bed. Evie had no idea how long they had been there, finding that time was pretty much impossible to keep track of when she was wrapped in Milo’s arms.
“Tell me…” They were both naked, their clothes left alone to dry off which she did not mind one bit. And she did not care that every part of her was on full display where she laid by his side, once again marvelling in his beauty.
“Is this the part where you forget about me? Now that I have given you what you sought.” With her maidenhood nothing but a far distant memory, Evie knew that she might have put their entire relationship on the line. He might bore of her now, not entirely unlike how his father often forgot about his women after physically acquiring them. For all she knew, Milo could consider her disposable and what little power she had held was lost to her now that she had given him everything she had, discounting her heart. Her love. There was no denying that he was getting closer and closer to earning it but, no, not quite yet.
What had begun in the tub had later, much, much later, been relocated to the bed. Evie had no idea how long they had been there, finding that time was pretty much impossible to keep track of when she was wrapped in Milo’s arms.
“Tell me…” They were both naked, their clothes left alone to dry off which she did not mind one bit. And she did not care that every part of her was on full display where she laid by his side, once again marvelling in his beauty.
“Is this the part where you forget about me? Now that I have given you what you sought.” With her maidenhood nothing but a far distant memory, Evie knew that she might have put their entire relationship on the line. He might bore of her now, not entirely unlike how his father often forgot about his women after physically acquiring them. For all she knew, Milo could consider her disposable and what little power she had held was lost to her now that she had given him everything she had, discounting her heart. Her love. There was no denying that he was getting closer and closer to earning it but, no, not quite yet.
He would miss his job greatly but there was not much he could do. If the king decided to discard him then he had no right to question that verdict. Those of noble birth could ask for a reason or plead for a different outcome but that was not a luxury that a low-born man like himself shared. In fact, if he in any shape or form questioned the king then he could be looking at a far worse punishment than simply losing his job. Worst case scenario, he could face a punishment of death. Accepting his fate and parting with the king on relatively good terms was the by far safest option, and then he would simply have to find some other job – far away from the castle where his presence would not bother the king.
“I was just doing my job, My Lady.” He answered and turned his eyes down, again. Any good servant would have done the same thing, or so he assumed. Some took their jobs more seriously than others, it more often than not depended on their own background. Milo came from a working family and they had never been anything but workers. And they would never be more.
“I am happy that you are safe.” He then added, fearing that he might be stepping out of line but for some reason he felt as though he had to say it. “The halls of the castle would suffer greatly without you there.”
