| Straight: BDSM: Lord Daveon, my dark dream. (1/15) |
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She sat silently at the foot of the long table. The dining hall rang with the clatter of cutlery against plate, the chattering voices of the noble guests, and the whispered words of servants moving to and fro. The noise was of little note to her. Her ruby-red lips parted softly as she raised the crystal goblet to her lips, a sip no more. She must keep a straight head she knew. Her dark eyes, lustrous in the flickering candlelight, were drawn to the head of the table where he sat. His gaze caught hers and she tensed. Her betrothed. To her left, Lady Dabrie was smiling flirtatiously at a serving boy. "Bring me some water, dear boy." She was pretty in a classical sense, and very well aware of it. She flirted shamelessly with all the young men, but as a widow she had that right. The boy blushed and scurried from the table almost dropping his platter of half eaten sweet meats. "Simone, you are awfully quiet this evening." The lady's eyes danced with amusement. "I am feeling somewhat under the weather I fear." Her pale cheeks coloured with the blush of the lie. Her body was healthy at least. "I remember my first month in my new home." Lady Dabrie chuckled softly. "I could barely sleep from nervousness." Simone stifled a sarcastic retort. This woman knew nothing of her present circumstances. However, it would not do to offend her guest. "Yes, my lady. It must be overexertion I know." Simone picked at her food. Perhaps Lady Dabrie would find some other boy to ogle and leave her be, she thought. The lady studied her through dark blond lashes as she finished off her wine. "Lord Daveon seems pleased with you," she murmured as she studied Simone's face. It was a beautiful face. Pale with high arching brows, raven's wings that contrasted darkly against the creamy smoothness of her skin. Lady Dabrie admired her small pert nose and full lips; Simone almost appeared to be pouting. The small heart-shaped face turned to her, those dark fathomless eyes regarded her with a hint of what appeared to be suspicion. Lady Dabrie chortled softly. This one was made of more than silk and lace. Lady Dabrie turned to regard the dark lord seated down at the far end of the hall. He locked gazes with her as a knowing smile curved his hard mouth. His ice blue eyes made her heart flutter like a trapped bird within her chest. A feeling of longing and fear rippled over her flesh. They'd spent a few nights together not long after her husband had passed away. Taken by some wasting disease, his passing had not been easy. She'd loved him dutifully, but she was young and her body craved what it would. Daveon was charming when it suited him. His moods were of a darker bent then she was used to. He left an imprint on her psyche that was not easily forgotten. "You seem cold, milady." The voice, a soft contralto, tickled her ear back to the present. Simone was watching her with poorly concealed curiosity. She's so young, thought the lady. I wonder if she has any sort of idea what sort of man she is betrothed to. "I was just remembering how harsh last winter was." Lady Dabrie's smile did not reach her eyes. Simone gave a small shrug, her full breasts rippling prettily beneath the crimson silk of her gown. |
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