Just let me sleep!

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The warmth of the summer
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I found myself unexpectedly wrapped in his embrace, and for a moment, it felt awkward yet, after some moments later it felt cosy. His arms, which looked rough, and full of buff muscles, held me with a mix of surprise and affection. There's a firmness to his grip, grounding me in his arms, preventing me from slipping and falling. But it's gentle enough to bring comfort. As I was still in his arms I didn't mind the warmth that his body radiated, it felt like some kind of heated pillow in cold winter, perfect for a nap.

But I held myself back from actually falling asleep, now wasn't the right time for that.

"My apologies." He said as he slowly put me back on the soft mattress. Making sure I wouldn't fall. In this short moment, he treated me better, than I had been treated my entire life.

I only nodded my head slightly and rested back on the pillows, they weren't as warm as his body warmth.

There was a knock on the door. Calm, steady and slow knock. The door opened, revealing a woman, seemingly to be in her mid-20s. She stood gracefully, her posture reflecting subtle confidence as she wore a classic maid outfit. The dress is crafted from soft, black fabric with a delicate shine, tailored to highlight her slender figure without being overly revealing. The corset is fitted, emphasizing her waistline with intricate lace trimmings adorning the collar and cuffs.

Her sleeves are slightly puffed at the shoulders. The skirt flares gently from her hips, falling to just above her knees, swaying softly with each step she takes. A crisp white apron, meticulously pleated and tied securely around her waist, contrasts elegantly against the dark fabric.

She wears thin stockings that hug her legs while black patent leather shoes with small heels complete her overall experience. Her hair, styled in loose waves, frames her face with elegance. In her demeanour, there's a quiet sophistication. Her makeup is light yet highlights her features, with a hint of rouge on her cheeks and lips, giving her an effortless beauty. 

She bowed before she spoke. Showing respect and her polite manners. 
"Duke Trumane had arrived."

She said as she kept her head down, I felt my body shudder the moment I heard the name. My face probably mimicked how uncomfortable I felt but people were paying more attention to her words.

I knew it wasn't her fault but her words made my stomach drop to the very pit of a bottom.

Some servants gasped and were startled as they heard her words. Well, it's not like the maid, who announced the news, looked happy either.

Her brunette.. no.. more like ginger red hair slightly falling onto her tanned skin. As she was granted to raise her head, it revealed her sparkling freckles and emotionless yet bright honey eyes. Her jaw was extremely sharp and she looked to be in the best shape possible.

But her charm wouldn't change the fact that the Duke had arrived.

[Should I count the remaining seconds until my downfall?]
I asked myself, pretty pathetically since there was nowhere deeper to fall from my position. I guess I was just being sympathetic with myself.

Before I could think of more ways to comfort myself, there was a sound of footsteps approaching, steady and clear. He is coming.