Thus, he endured the night. Birds began to chirp outside the window, and the light gradually brightened. Faint sounds of servants moving about the corridor and stairs could be heard, with someone whispering about whether to knock and awaken the drowsy duke's daughter.
—Let's wait a little longer. The lady seemed very tired last night; she can barely speak.
—But it's almost past the designated waking time. What if the mistress comes over?
These murmurs were barely discernible. Fortunately, Damon's hearing was keen, catching every word. He hesitated and shifted his arm, possibly tugging at Margaret's hair, and she let out a low groan, opening her eyes.
"So sore..." Margaret propped herself up on her arms, complaining as she rubbed her waist. Then, she noticed the naked man in the bed beside her, momentarily taken aback.
