We have had sex every day nonstop for the past week. I am exhausted. My heat is finally over and my legs fell like putty. I am wishing my parents told me about this before my eighteenth birthday. But I know that they were always busy with work and ruling the castle and land. It is still weird that my parents are gone. With how busy I have been I never got to properly morn their deaths. I really wish I can go back and give them a proper send-off. But I know now that it is too late for that.
Alvion has been taking care of me these past few days more than normal. Right now, I am in the bath while he is behind me scrubbing me back with a cloth. "What's up with you?" I ask.
"What do you mean?"
"You have been more caring and attentive the past few days is there something wrong?"
"There is nothing wrong with me or you."
