When morning arrived, Madeline turned to look at the windows where the sunlight came to peer through the cracks of the curtains that covered the windows. The room was still dark, and she didn't get out of bed. After what happened last night during the time of supper, she could barely keep her head straight.
A man's lips on her neck, in such an intimate position! She closed her eyes, cursing herself as well as the life she had been pushed into. Maybe for the King, it wasn't a big thing as he was probably used to sucking the women's neck in the whole of Devon. But it wasn't something Madeline did- offering her neck to be sucked. She rolled on the bed to the other side. Now that morning had arrived, her thoughts were much more clearer than yesterday night. She could feel twice the embarrassment she had felt during the time of supper.
