Another dreaded morning after.
But something was different. My body felt clean and fresh, not sticky at all. Had he bathed me? I ran my fingers over the sheets beneath me and noticed something odd. They weren’t damp, nor did they carry that embarrassing scent.
A slow realization dawned on me.
Had he… laid something down before he came in last night?
I sat there, stunned, a strange feeling creeping over me. A fleeting thought flickered through my mind, but before I could grasp it, the butler’s voice interrupted.
"Young Madam, the Master and Young Master request your presence on the fourth floor."
The Master and Young Master? Startled, I hurriedly tidied myself, making sure every mark was hidden, then forced my trembling legs to carry me upstairs. The soreness and swellin
