Promises Kept

fireplace with fire 2 copy with tapestry and riding boots

I woke in my bed well rested.


My boots were off and Aed’s cloak was on top of me. Bliss…


Wrapping myself in his cloak, I made for the kitchen, wondering where the assassin was and would he gift me with the cloak? I did not like to think I had whorish tendencies, but I would trade him sex for his cloak. For as long and as often as he liked. Whatever he liked.

Odd…there was a roaring fire in the foyer. Odder still, Aed’s riding boots were drying by the fire. Lovely, but where was their owner?