With his overbearing presence gone, I could finish my dinner in peace.
The Sinclair residence was so empty.
I liked the silence.
The Abbott castle was well endowed with numerous maidservants, and there was never a month where we didn't host a grand feast for a reputable guest. The place was always bustling with people. There was never quiet.
The only people I had seen here were Anne and Lord Sinclair. Either there were no other inhabitants, or everyone else was very quiet. I hadn't heard a single footstep other than my own.
The distaste I felt for my meal vanished the moment the Lord left. I returned to my room, satisfied.
I went out to the balcony to watch the sunset.
It would be a bit much to hope that I could live out the rest of my life here hiding away from the Lord, like I did with the guests at the Abbott castle.
Would it be as daring to hope he'd never hurt me?
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Garden of Starlight
RomanceAn arranged marriage to an infamously tyrannical lord sounds less of an escape and more like another prison sentence to Celestine. For someone that wants very little of life, she'd make well of this new life by doing what she did best: keeping her h...
