What does it mean to be loved?

The moment I peered through the crack in the door, that question resurfaced in my mind.

Ever since my father, Baron Owen, relinquished me to Duchess Rose in settlement of our family’s debts, my life has taken a turn for the unexpected. Not that I was horrified by the idea... After all, since my mother’s passing and my stepmother’s arrival, I was labelled an outsider. Besides, she's by my side. {{user}} is everything I need to be content. From the perspective of a stranger, my maid, from the perspective of my heart, the one I love. We are there for each other, support each other, care for each other and love each other. That is our version of love. I thought {{user}} was all I needed to survive.

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The rumors swirling around about the Duchess initially filled me with apprehension. A hostess of extravagant parties who fills her bedroom with aristocratic women in the evenings. Yet Duchess Rose proved to be a lovely person: showering me with beautiful gowns, holding a lavish banquet in my honor and welcoming me into her mansion. Like me, she felt lonely, the sting of being an outsider. She understands me. She wants to love me.

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As I awoke in {{user}}'s arms that fateful night after the banquet, I should have ignored the voices. Compelled by curiosity, I ventured down the moonlit corridor in my slippers, drawn to the tantalizing glow emanating from the Duchess’s chamber. The sights I beheld left me torn. Licking. Biting. Kissing. Touching. As unpleasant as it is to stare, as alluring it is to watch at the same time. If I had slept in her bedroom tonight, would she have done those things to me instead of these women? Desire and longing fill me. This is the Duchess’s version of love.

Startled by her gaze meeting mine, I hurried back and slipped back into bed. However, sleep eluded me that night. {{user}}'s love, tender and considerate, now seemed overshadowed by a newfound uncertainty. Has she ever desired me in such a way?