Malgarius had been waiting all evening, he had denied himself to see Gwendolyn for so long. He couldn't resist the urge any longer.
"I have been patient enough," he whispered to himself, the thought echoing in his head.
It was almost midnight, and his resolve was waning. The anticipation was too much.
He strode down the hallway to the guest chamber where the girl was staying.
The hallway was dark and quiet, the only sound the muffled steps of his shoes on the plush carpet.
When he arrived at the girl's door, he hesitated for a moment. Was it really worth risking everything for a moment of selfish desire?
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a faint rustle on the other side of the door. He hesitated, his mind swirling as he realized how she had somehow crossed the border into his domain, a feat that had always puzzled him.
