To Capture a Lord's Heart

Chapter Eight-Dimloch's lover

Liesel kissed Dimloch in his private chambers.

She touched his chest with her warm, soft right hand.

They struggled onto the bed, as if their wanting need was illicit. The door was closed; the red colored curtains were closed, as well.

On the regal, red colored carpet were their slippers...And boots.

And, as they made love, the roaring fireplace that was in Dimloch's chambers, burned. The crackling firewood was hot.

And, while they succumbed to their passions, their scandalous behavior was now consumed in the flickering lamps...that illumed the Lord and servant's faces.

And, while Liesel pretended to be the Lady of the Castle, the other servants...And Rievern knew the real truth...And planned to get rid of them.

But tonight wasn't the night to do the deed.

Because they had had their job to do.

A job that was fraught with dangers that were outside the Castle...And near the shadowy Ports...where smugglers worked to carry off illegal wine to the rogues who dominated the dark houses that was a World away from the regal pomp of the Castles...where the High Society Lords, Ladies, Kings, Queens, Princesses, and Princes ruled in England.

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