November 3rd, 1892 — Sina's Bedroom
His voice when he demanded his wife roll over was gruff, and the hand he placed on his shoulder to turn her away from him no less abrupt, but the kiss he placed against the nape of her neck when she obliged was gentle. He had come to her room some time earlier and they had already finished with sex and the subsequent cleanup. Now he slid in behind her under the sheets, curving his body to conform to hers while he held her. He wouldn't stay all night, but he wasn't in a hurry to leave. He would hold her until one or both of them drifted off to sleep, then make his way back down the hall to his bedroom in the middle of the night when he was groggy and unlikely to be observed by anyone, except perhaps the earliest risers of the servants who would be awake to prepare the fireplaces for the morning.
It had been several days since his conversation with Christabel, but the topic of discussion kept coming back to his thoughts. It nagged at him any time Daphnel appeared or was mentioned, which was frequently given the impending nuptials, and now as he lay holding Sina's warm body against his and breathing in the scent of her hair and her not- quite- extinguished perfume it occurred to him again.
"I'm afraid we may have been a terrible influence on my siblings," he muttered into her shoulder.
It had been several days since his conversation with Christabel, but the topic of discussion kept coming back to his thoughts. It nagged at him any time Daphnel appeared or was mentioned, which was frequently given the impending nuptials, and now as he lay holding Sina's warm body against his and breathing in the scent of her hair and her not- quite- extinguished perfume it occurred to him again.
"I'm afraid we may have been a terrible influence on my siblings," he muttered into her shoulder.
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