Obsidian hair tickled my face when I opened my eyes, the same woman in the same nightgown from earlier in the night. I couldn’t see her face as she drew nearer to my own, a warm exhale and wisps of white air due to how cold the room was, my own body’s temperature was a contradiction to the lack of heat of our environment.

I tried to open my mouth to speak, despite not having formed the words in my head yet, to ask what she was doing in my room, to ask why her hands were on my chest, why she was coquettishly trailing a finger down to my abdomen. She parted her lips to say something I couldn’t hear, it sounded murky like I was submerged underwater.

I felt her hot breath tickle my ear, and her landing soft kisses on the side of my neck, trailing down to my collar, hand continuing it’s journey downwards.

Right when her lips touched my own, I woke up drenched in my own sweat, trying to erase the memories of the dream I just had. Staring at the ceiling I ran a hand through my silver hair, a mixture of shame and anger rolling in my chest. I undid my cravat, unbuttoning my shirt, it was hot, much too hot for me to sleep comfortably. I knew I was lying to myself, it was the middle of winter and I could feel the cool air on my skin, no, I just needed an excuse for the throbbing heat that’s pervaded my entire body. The heat that shamefully came from thinking about that woman that way.

I shouldn’t think about the prince’s fiancee this way, he was my best friend, and I already had my own fiancee. I needed a cold, cold bath to distract myself. Crawling out of bed and undoing my clothes, when I bent over my own member poked me in my abdomen, another reminder of my shameful actions. I’ve never been this hard in my life, it was bordering on painful, frankly. Though, I soon found myself disappointed, and even more angered with myself, what the hell was up with that dream, even a cold shower wasn’t enough to calm myself down. I looked down, I needed to take care of this myself.

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There was something strange about the young mistress’ appearance, in all these years that I’ve worked for the Aventides, I’ve never thought of her in that way. I’ve always thought she was pretty, it was an undeniable fact. But for that brief moment, it may have only lasted for a few seconds, but my breath caught for what felt like hours.

Why so? I’ve seen her sick before, she always looked pitiful when she caught a fever, this time wasn’t much different, yet, she looked appealing this night. Her silhouette was something I was familiar with, it was unavoidable, I’ve even seen her in the bath in the past, though that was a single incident due to a rat making its way into the bathroom and that useless maid was too scared to dispatch of it herself. But none of those incidents struck the same feelings that tonight did. I couldn’t even look straight at her after that incident, I felt ashamed, like I walked in on something I shouldn’t have.

Even I was caught off guard and absorbed into the view, if noone had audibly gulped I wouldn’t have been shaken out of my stupor. I drum my nails on the surface of my tiny desk, I really hated that the master had sent me to this school with his daughter. I’ve been to hostels with bigger rooms than the servant’s quarters in this school. While I was undeniably lucky to have a room to myself due to her position as student body president, I still didn’t like how small it was.

I should stop this train of thought, I had a report to write to her father. Though, I feel like it would be best if I kept my mouth shut on the matter involving the young mistress, and focus on what he wanted information about; the summoned maiden.