The silence of the dark inner chamber was broken by a heavy sigh from the returning master of the room.
"Hideous is too light a word to describe the day I just had," Augustus said to Rhea as he approached the bed where she sat, leaving behind him a trail of his once elaborate outfit.
"No rest for the wicked," she responded teasingly, but the crack of her voice at the last syllable gave away inner turmoil.
Augustus chuckled softly, finally arriving at the bed. "Better wicked than dull like that pompous lump of lard demanding a Lordship from me like it is owed to him. Entitled c*nt," he hissed bitterly, then paused when he realised he was the only one speaking when Rhea was usually eager for gossip about his day.
"Is something wrong, darling?"
Rhea remained silent for a few moments, contemplating if it was worth risking all her hard work of being a bubbly welcome home after a day of work simply because she was feeling emotional.
