Jessica Robinson
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I visit the stables the day after Alexander informed me about the new horses. He bought me the present while I was still a wife, but I won't press too much on the details. After all, a gift is a gift. Details shouldn't be analysed too much. It's the thought that matters. The steward taking care of the Lord's horses welcomes me with a bow, and I just nod while looking behind him. ?I heard that some new horses arrived,? I say. ?The Lord said I could choose one...? I smile, hoping Alexander…-
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Lavinia seems to like elders. Not just the Empress Grandmother, but also the nanny. She stares at the old woman and, at some point, yells happily. The nanny smiles. She's proud as if the child was her own blood. ?See?? Alexander murmurs while crouching in front of her. ?My daughter is beautiful, isn't she?? The nanny reaches out for Alexander's head and ruffles his hair. He just closes his eyes and smiles, happy himself. At this moment, I realise that this woman is the one that brought…
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I've just finished showing all my enterprises and ideas for the future. Alexander listens with attention, reading every single number I point at. Even if it must be boring, he doesn't snort or lose focus. He seems pleased about the outcomes of my businesses, but he doesn't dare to just open his mouth and praise me. He knows something must be going on, and his patience is so heart-warming. Now that the money is already on the table, I can spend some time talking about non-quantifiable and more…
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Alexander plays with Lavinia like always. He talks to her, and she shouts back all happy. I sit on the couch and read a book, pretending to pay no attention to the father and daughter pair. They're always like this, by the way. ?Your mother has been so cold lately,? Alexander sighs at some point. Lavinia replies with a simple ?Aaah?, but her face doesn't lose any trace of contentment. After all, she doesn't really understand a thing. Just a few words, maybe. Like mother, dad, meal. For sure,…
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The sun wakes me up before the maids dare to barge in here. Luckily, for it would be difficult to understand why the Lord and his wife are sleeping in another room. The servants don't know anything about the divorce yet, so they might have assumed we argued. And now, that we have made peace. But who knows what they'll think after I don't move back to the Lord's apartment? Oh, maybe they'll assume I moved just to be closer to my baby. That would be a simple explanation for all the strange things…
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Warning: smut content. We spend the rest of the evening eating and chatting. About anything but our relationship. This is how forbidden affairs work, I guess. One doesn't want to define them, so the topics of the conversations stay far from it. Alexander wrapped me tightly in the sheet to keep me warm, so I can't move around and reach for the food by myself. But I don't need to, for he's feeding me. I just sit on his lap with my fingers clenching the upper part of the sheet. I open my mouth…
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Warning: smut content. I can't get up, not even on my knees, because the ropes keep my ankles and wrists close to each other. I can't move my arms forward and hug Alexander. This is damn frustrating. I prefer being tied to the bed than like this: the freedom this position gives is all a lie. Alexander is kissing me. His hand is in my hair, pulling my locks lightly. The other arm is around my waist, but he doesn't drag me closer in fear of making it uncomfortable, more than it already is.…
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Returning to Kyre feels like going home. For real. Lavinia sleeps most of the time, in Alexander's arms or with Kate. We're travelling slow, not to bother the little ball. It's the complete opposite of when we travelled north for the first time. I'm not running towards unknown lands. I'm not afraid of the future. And I'm not in the same carriage as my husband. It was a painful decision, but I preferred to ride in the same carriage as Kate and Lavinia. The maids take turns and join us, switching…
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The last deed before going back home is to talk with Duke Grahm. I invited him to have tea in our garden, and the Princess ran to organise it so that no incidents could happen. The knights and the maids have been placed so that no inch of this place is without a guard. As if I was hosting a dangerous mercenary and not just a noble. Not even the Dowager Empress would have required such an amount of preparation. ?Thank you for coming this far, Duke Grahm,? I say when he sits in front of me. The…
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Preparing to leave takes less time, thanks to the maids' organisation. They have had the necessities ready for weeks, so only the most trivial part of the luggage needs to be packed. We don't really bring clothes along, except for those used during the trip. We have enough in both places. However, we can't leave the gifts his majesty bestowed Lavinia. Because of etiquette and because she likes some of them. The little Princess doesn't let go of the canary. She watches it and listens to its songs…
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