And for a week, Rowan savored the return to his normal routine. The city was filled with countless Lunas, all watching his every move, but thankfully, they had learned to keep their distance, knowing the consequences of overstepping their bounds. No longer were people slaughtered because of their actions. However, after seven days of relative peace, one person reached their breaking point.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound echoed through Rowan's quiet abode in the dead of night, startling him from his sleep. He lay still, heart racing, listening intently. Another set of knocks followed, more urgent this time, accompanied by a voice muffled through the door.
"Rowan, please, I need to talk to you."
The voice was unmistakably Lady Isabella's, filled with desperation and something else he couldn't quite place. He hesitated, debating whether to ignore it or confront whatever new challenge awaited outside his door. But curiosity and a sense of lingering guilt pulled him from his bed.
Slowly, cautiously, Rowan approached the door. He peered through the peephole, seeing lady Isabella standing there, her face streaked with obvious desire, her usually composed demeanor shattered.
"Please, Rowan," she pleaded again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't go on like this."
Rowan's hand hovered over the doorknob, torn between sympathy and suspicion. Lady Isabella had always been resourceful, capable of manipulating situations to her advantage. Yet, there was something in her eyes that night that tugged at his conscience.
Taking a deep breath, Rowan unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, keeping his guard up. Lady Isabella's appearance was disheveled, her usual confidence replaced by raw vulnerability. Still, she did not forget to wear her usual black attire that masked her clandestine purpose in this farmstead.
"What do you want, Lady Isabella?" Rowan asked, his voice firm despite the unease stirring inside him.
Isabella's eyes pleaded with him, searching for understanding. "I need your help," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I can't handle it anymore. The pressure, the guilt, especially the longing inside… it's too much."
Rowan hesitated, his mind racing. This was unexpected, a twist in the carefully balanced equilibrium he had managed to restore.
As he stood there, weighing his options, a part of him wondered if this was a wise idea or not. Still, the arrogance inside him was enough to face any consequences that would happen. Even if the very foundations of the heavens crumble, it was not like he was unable to support it for all of eternity.
"Come in," Rowan finally said, opening the door wider.
Lady Isabella stepped inside, relief washing over her face. The tension in the room was palpable as they faced each other, old wounds and unspoken truths lingering between them. This unexpected visit marked the beginning of a night that would unravel secrets, test alliances, and perhaps redefine their futures in ways neither of them could have anticipated.
Rowan, a great host as usual, graciously ushered his unexpected visitor into the cozy confines of his home, offering her a soothing cup of hot tea as the clock struck late into the night. Only after settling in did they broach the topic of Lady Isabella's sudden visit. It didn't take much deduction to discern her underlying motives. It was clear that she sought something profound and deeply fulfilling, something that stirred her desires in ways only whispered about in hot fabled romances and the like.
"It has been a long time since I've come back here," Lady Isabella remarked softly, her gaze drifting over the familiar walls of the old estate. The evening lights cast a warm glow through the scene, highlighting the dust motes floating in the air.
Rowan nodded, his expression wistful. "Yeah, I agree. It has indeed been so long. My parents were still alive back then." His smile held a hint of sadness that tugged at Lady Isabella's heart. She felt a surge of protectiveness towards him, as if she wanted to shield him from the pain of memories long past.
She studied him for a moment, noticing how the years had even made him more handsome but had not dimmed the twinkle in his eyes. He was still the same Rowan she had known, even after all these years. The sight of him in his comfortable pajamas, the lines of fatigue etched faintly on his face, made her realize how much she had missed him, especially his big fat cock as it was obviously outlined in the usual home wear.
Still, her maternal instincts kicked in as she fought the urge to reach out and comfort him. She wanted to assure him that everything would be fine, that time had a way of healing old wounds. But she hesitated, unsure if such words would offer any solace.
Instead, she cleared her throat and said gently, "I've always loved the peacefulness of this place. It feels like stepping into a cherished memory."
Rowan's gaze softened as he turned to her, gratitude flickering in his eyes. "Yes," he said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia as he took a deep breath. Reflecting on his past, he remembered a time when he longed to revive his departed parents, wishing they could join him again for eternity. Now older and wiser, he realized the blessing in not possessing the means to grant such a wish. The thought of immortality weighed heavily on him; his parents had lived a peaceful life, and he doubted they would have welcomed the eternal consequences it might have brought.
Rowan sighed deeply, his expression turning serious as he shifted his focus back to Lady Isabella. "But discussing the past isn't the purpose of your visit, Lady Isabella," he continued, his tone direct yet respectful. "How may I be of service to fulfill the desires that stir within you?" His words carried a gentle curiosity, tinged with the weight of his own contemplations on mortality and the complexities of longing.
"I... I want you, Rowan. But we need to keep our relationship a secret. I don't want to hurt Lyra and my... my husband," Lady Isabella confessed, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and guilt. She almost slapped herself for how absurd and selfish her wishes sounded. It was a vile craving, yet it consumed her thoughts constantly, becoming a dark obsession she could no longer ignore.
Her heart raced as she spoke, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. Every moment she spent with Rowan only intensified her longing, but the thought of the pain it would cause to those she cared about tormented her. Lyra, her loving daughter, and her husband, the city lord, who had been her partner in building a life filled with respect and stability, would be devastated.
"Impossible," Rowan replied, his tone firm yet sympathetic. His eyes searched hers, seeing the conflict and desperation within. "We might be able to keep it hidden for a while, but as you know all too well, there are no eternal secrets in this world. Sooner or later, the truth always comes to light. Your husband will notice, and the repercussions will be severe. The perfect marriage and life you have built with the city lord over many decades will crumble, all because of a fleeting desire."
Rowan's words were blunt, meant to pierce through her longing and force her to confront the reality of her situation. "Do you really want to risk everything for this?" he continued, his voice softening. "Think about the pain it would cause, not just to you, but to everyone involved. The betrayal, the heartbreak—can you live with that?"
Lady Isabella's eyes filled with tears, the weight of his words sinking in. She knew he was right. The fantasy she had spun in her mind could never be a reality without devastating consequences. Yet, the pull she felt towards Rowan was undeniable, a magnetic force she struggled to resist.
"I know it's selfish," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I know it's wrong. But the longing... it's so powerful. I feel it every moment, like a fire consuming me from within. I don't know how to make it stop."
"Then you have to choose. I'm just a mortal and can't deny your advances at all. Not that I want to since you are practically like a twin sister to Lyra. I can imagine that the days ahead would be much sweeter with someone as beautiful and captivating as you by my side. The thought of sharing my life, my thoughts, and my passions with you fills me with a sense of excitement and anticipation.
However, you should know that our relationship would not come without its challenges. The city lord is a man of strict principles and unyielding judgments. His wrath, once provoked, is something I cannot easily deflect or mitigate. Once he discovers our affair, his response would be swift and severe, and I fear the repercussions that might follow. The city lord can kill me and I'd be okay with that. But you… you should prepare for the worst and escape perhaps. I don't care since I'd be long dead before you. Who knows, maybe the city lord will forgive you easily.
Despite the risks, the allure of your company is undeniable. I find myself drawn to you in ways I cannot fully explain. Your presence brings a sense of joy and comfort that I have seldom experienced. If you are willing to face these uncertainties with me, to stand together against whatever may come, then I would welcome you into my life with open arms.
Consider this carefully, and if your heart guides you to me, you will find me in my room, ready to embark on this journey together. But make no mistake, you will be my come slut once you decide to enter my life. There are no buts and whys in this rule. Else you can always find your way back to whence you came." Rowan stood as he spoke, his gaze steady and earnest, waiting for her response.