Nessa of Serenella sat at the foot of the bed, her back to Markus. She ran an ivory comb through her long black locks, but after several spiritless attempts, settled on tying it back. With a leaden sigh she began to dress.
Almost two months on that miserable island and thousands of leagues away from her... Gods I missed her companionship, but where could this affair possibly lead? I'm clearly a pawn in one of her juvenile intrigues. Should I sever ties before it's too late, settle for someone less perilous..."Will you not stay a while longer, it is still dark outside?" Markus whispered.
"Alas no. I must return home before morning bell. My Uncle has requested my presence for breakfast and he is a man you do not refuse lightly. I fear he will exploit me for one of his illicit affairs".
"Yes, I can empathise". He regretted his outburst almost immediately, they were uttered too quickly, sounded too cruel.
Nessa's head whipped around to face Markus, fury slowly replaced by awkwardness. "Yes, perhaps at first,’ She paused, ‘But my feelings..."
A moment later she was gone leaving Markus to ponder her unfinished sentence. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling, trying without success to banish all thoughts of Nessa of Serenella. A task which proved impossible.
Am I in love? Gods I hope not.
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