I felt an eerie comfort with Rickon's body laying next to me. What had I done? I asked myself again. Practicing being celibate was for this exact reason, so it will keep you focused on the job at hand. Such distractions were discouraged and seen as dangerous, a punishable offense. It seemed like my stay at the mansion had clouded my judgment.
It was too late to go back now, only four more months left. Rickon's arm reached for me, I looked over to see he was still asleep. He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him, I let him. What was the point of fighting it anymore?
In the morning I awoke to Rickon slipping out of the bed and throwing his clothes on. "I tried not to wake you, sorry." He said apologetically. I looked at the clock and it read 7am. "When will you go on the hunt
