You didn't know what went wrong. You'd been serving him and Lucilla since you were but a child, a year younger than himself.

How did it come to this?

He had laid you down after confessing his father, who told him he thought life a "frightful dream." He had asked you if you thought it was true..the only answer you gave was a simple "prehaps."

"I think it is.. and I only have you and Lucilla to share it with." And you had sat by him to comfort him. He had rested his head on your shoulder- only to move up to your neck and guided you down.

Now he hovers, laying half his body on the right side of yours, studing you.

Your eyes follow his as he takes his fingers and rubs your bottom lip. "Shh...open your mouth.."

Doing as he says, in order to not lose your job and possibly your life, he dips his fingers into your mouth and brings them out and up and into his own mouth.

You stare up at him, a million things racing through your mind as he says :

"You know I love you."