To hell with it all

Milo raised an eyebrow at her words. He could think of a few ways they could both enjoy the bath, although all of the options running through his head were probably very inappropriate… And then again…. How would anyone ever know…

Thoughts and images of the pair of them naked in a bath together racing through his mind, he gently put his uninjured hand under her chin and slowly moved closer to her. 

He would feel her breath on his lips and it drove him completely mad. To hell with it all, he wanted her and he wanted her right the fuck now.

His lips crashed onto hers, passion driving and guiding his hands to her waist to bring her closer. The first kiss was replaced by yet another one, then another one and another after that. He couldn’t get enough of her, of the sweetness of her lips, her hair tickling his face, her kind soul and genuine interest in helping those orphans… She was perfect in every way Milo could think of and it only made him want to possess her more.

 

Andy didn’t quite understand. She was offering him fresh, warm, delicious food and ordering him to eat and he… refused? She wasn’t used to being contradicted or have anyone tell her no - least of all by servants. She certainly did not like it.

 “Fine. Suit yourself” She sighed and continued eating in silence for a few moments. She had never really considered what exactly the etiquette for servants was, mainly because she rarely thought of them at all. They were there when they needed to be, silent and serving and otherwise they simply ceased to exists. Or so she had thought. 

The man sitting in front of her made it strangely clear that that wasn’t the case. His duties had been performed, yet here he was still. And on top of it all, she did know his name. It was another unusual occurrence. She knew the names of her father’s servants as well, the ones she had grown up with, but out of all of the servants in the castle, she realised she only knew a handful of their names… And Jasper was one of them.

“What do you think the king will say when he finds out what happened to his letter?” She then asked in a low voice, slightly afraid of the answer he might give her. He certainly knew the king well enough to predict such a thing. And she refused to simply sit there in silence and be bored as she ate.