Jennifer Miller
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The next morning, Zafron woke to the soft chiming of the clock in his room. He blinked away the remnants of sleep, remembering his musings from the night before. Shaking off the lingering questions, he focused on the day ahead. He quickly dressed in his uniform and made his way through the bustling corridors of Blackthorn Mansion. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and the chatter of servants starting their day. "Morning, Zafron!" called out the cook as he passed the kitchen.…
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Zafron walked back from Lady Matilda's room, his mind still processing the events of the evening. A small smile played on his lips as he reflected on Lady Matilda's kindness. Her genuine concern for his well-being and comfort was unlike anything he had experienced before. He made a silent promise to himself to always strive to make her happy, recognizing how much easier and more pleasant she had made his life. Lost in thought, he nearly collided with Mara, one of the maids he had befriended since…
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When Zafron re-entered the room with the oil, he was momentarily taken aback by the sight before him. Lady Matilda had efficiently prepared herself for the massage during his brief absence. She had moved from her armchair to the large, ornate bed that dominated one side of the room. Lady Matilda now lay face down on the bed, her head resting on her folded arms. She had removed her outer garments, leaving her back exposed. A soft, plush towel was draped carefully across her lower body. Zaphron however…
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Zafron lay sprawled on his bed, basking in the cool evening breeze, a reward after a hard day's work. His eyes were closed, and he savored the sensation of relaxation spreading through his body. His arms stretched out wide, embracing the tranquility of the moment. He spoke softly to himself, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and guilt. "I can't believe how well I'm being taken care of here," he murmured, running his hand over the soft bed. "Three square meals a day, and good ones too. Fresh…
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The grand estate of the Blackthorn family loomed on the horizon, its spires reaching toward the sky like grasping fingers. Within its walls, two women of the city's elite found solace in each other's company and shared secrets. Matilda Blackthorn, wife of Lord Aldrich Blackthorn, was known for her golden locks and sharp wit. Her husband's shipping empire had made them one of the wealthiest families in the coastal city of Astoria. Though born to lesser nobility, Matilda had climbed the social ladder with…
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