SILAS

When everyone was asleep, in the shadows, I began to hear low moans.

I approached the door to her room in the service quarters.

I hated that my lady hadn’t sent her to the barracks—why did she have to give her special treatment?

Now I understood why; she was smart, she had her own plans.

"Mmmm, my lady is so beautiful…"

"I love my lady… mmm, my lady, I want to touch you…" came the indecent feminine whispers.

I clenched my teeth and punched the wall, knocking a chunk of the old bricks loos