"The lady is needy sometimes." she gulped and spoke at once when he was just a foot from her. Her skin crawled with fear. "She asks for… so she takes a separate room."
He froze. His whole body went cold at once. She is needy so she takes a different woman to her bed.
And since she was embarrassed or guilty about it. She used the guest room to do so so that her husband would never know.
"Who told you?" he asked in a roar that trembled Polly again but it also confirmed her doubts. He was interested in their mistress.
In that woman whose blood and skin was cold as a reptile. The master had never enjoyed her after their first night. When she went to clean their room the next morning. The bed was bloody and her face was swollen but it did not look like love making.
It felt like she was beaten all night. She had gulped and went to the washroom to bring a basin to help her. But there she had found the lord bathing. She had flushed and tried to turn but he had held her and dragged her to the bathtub.
She had been only sixteen and a virgin at that time. So he had asked her before taking her. But his touch was everywhere before she could speak.
As a maiden, she had been curious about those things but it was so overwhelming to feel them. It had made her senses dull and she could only reply to him with a moan. That morning had changed their lives completely.
But she had never understood the hatred of the lord toward his wife. It might be that she could not satisfy him in bed. But it should have been limited to ignoring her then.
Slowly she had joined her master in that perverse pleasure and though she never crossed the line by hurting Elara, she had enjoyed the small torment she proved him.
It included hugging her husband in front of her. Elara never reacted the way Polly had thought she would. So it did not give her much satisfaction later.
"If you are planning lies in your mind, then forget it. Tell me what else do you know?'' His harsh voice made her blink and she looked around. She was still in integration with a man who was interested in her lady.
Would it not be better to give him what he wanted then?
"I do not know much. I only serve if she calls for me. If you do not believe me, then you can go for her and confirm at night. She will be willing." she bowed her head as if she was highly embarrassed by her words.
Lenhart stopped moving as if someone had served him a harsh blow that made him unable to breath.
She had been willing last night. Too willing but he had only thought that it was because it was him. But to think that she would have kissed any man he had sent her, left his body burning with a new hatred.
"What about the wounds?" He wanted to ask about the wound she had on her feet. Had it been tested. But Polly flinched at the question and his eyes narrowed at once. "Tell me!" he pressed knowing she had misunderstood but he could know more.
"Trust me, I never inflicted them even when she asked me." she touched her throat as if she was swearing to god. "I do not understand the love for pain. I have never been part of it. It was the lord and the lady and sometimes she did it to herself and moaned. I.. I have ignored whenever that happened."
"......" his face changed so many times that Polly wanted to laugh. It was easier than she had thought. If she could win the trust of this man, it would be easier to pass the letters in the house. The hole in the tree would be filled again tonight.
She was wise to go there and leave a message for the lord that the king's men had arrived in the palace to search for him. She was so proud when he had offered a reply and promised her to take her as his official mistress once this would end.
Soon, she would replace Elara as his wife too. Her chest swells at the thought.
"My lord, the lady is not well. She had a bit of strange thoughts but she had never harmed anyone and the lord did not care.he loved her too much to fulfill her every wish. I am sure that lady would be embarrassed if you ask so much about her. It is her personal life and I am sure it had nothing to do with your search too." she babbled on and on praising Elara. But each word suggested a different meaning.
A wiser man would notice the undermeaning of her words and a king man should be wise. Should he not? The man had a strong body. She would have enjoyed the attention of such a man too if the lord did not love her so much.
She would be loyal to her lord. But when it comes to Elara, she has never been loyal to her husband. This man could win her affection and as long as she continued to mix the drugs in her food, she was sure Elara would bear any pain he had inflicted on her like she had endured when the lord had tormented her the whole night. Then, her body trembled with strange pleasure as she thought about it.
But the man made a disgusted face. And slapped the wall behind her.
"You are going to regret if you have told any lies here. You can leave." She bowed and left the room with hurried steps but stopped after crossing the passage.
A maid was standing there clearing the floor with a worn out face.
"Daisy, I need to talk to you urgently about the lady."