She woke every single morning before dawn to him deep inside her, possessing her with ruthless determination. Always he left her with a gentle kiss after taking her roughly, and then he'd leave her to sleep when he departed the chamber. They began the night with love, and they ended it thus.
She yawned again and wondered if she shouldn't take to her bed a little earlier this night in preparation for the vigorous bout of love she knew they'd indulge in. Asmoed left the fortress, and she didn't know why, but she knew he would be back. He can't escape his connection to her.
She'd never know how Damoen met the daily demands of training and survived on so little sleep. She stuck out her hands to the fire to ward off the chill that had set in and stared into the flames as her eyes grew heavier and heavier.
