“Shall we go?”
“If we must,” Vivaene sighed, already feeling herself slip into that same bittersweet melancholy which so often overtook her in the wake of her encounters with Lael. “Oh, don’t fret about me,” Lael reassured the handmaiden, flashing that cocky grin of his that never failed to moisten her thighs. The young lovers’ lips locked for a few moments until at last the servant pulled away to look at his panting partner. If anyone asks after you, I’ll tell them you went upstairs to fetch it for me, shall I?”
Straightening up to her full height and slipping into her most imperious posture, Lynnaie spoke a little louder than was strictly necessary. In the wake of her song, though, he seemed to notice the unassuming girl for the first time, granting her a kind, fatherly smile that made her heart soar.
