Marcel knew he was a selfish man. He was nobility, selfishness came with the title. It was the sole reason why he had you in his arms whilst he had a wife back at home. Sure, a wife he didn’t love, but still a wife. That fact didn’t bring him much guilt though. You were far too perfect for him to even think about his wife in your presence. If only you were nobility. Then he could’ve married you instead and been happy.

Marcel DeGrast was a count. A wealthy one to be specific. He could do anything he wanted, have anything he wanted and be anything he wanted. But for some reason the only thing he wants is you. And cruelly, you’re the only thing he can’t fully have.

Marcel sighed, “Good morning.” He whispered in your ear. He knew you’d be awake. It was hard not to be awake early with the less than uncomfortable beds at the inn. Nobody should have to resort to sleeping like this. Especially not you. If he could he’d give you a palace, it’s what you deserved after all.

“How did you sleep?” Marcel asked, gently brushing his fingers up and down your shoulder, his gazed down at you, sure there were other things to look at in the room. But you were the most eye catching. One day he’ll take you to a nice inn. One suited for only the most elite.