She sighed as a sense of relief suddenly washed over her when she was finally done writing, it felt as though a piece of her heart was embedded in it. She dropped the quill and neatly folded the letter which she kept inside one of the many drawers.
She looked out the window, wondering if lord Damien had a garden or not since she didn't see one when they arrived. She thought of taking a stroll outside, but her eyes were heavy.
The nap in the carriage was uncomfortable from all the bumps and gallops, and the exquisite bed with silky sheets was just inviting. She slumped lazily on the soft bed, making her bounce gently on it.
She moaned satisfyingly, she could get used to this feeling of comfort and maybe, like it there. Living with lord Damien shouldn't be that hard. She closed her eyes, feeling the silky sheets rubbing against her skin while the fireplace emanated warmth.
