He knew it was wrong. Adultery was a sin.

But he didn't care.

It wasn't like Elizabeth, his wife, loved him. But you. The maid. So sweet, and caring.

Any man would fall victim to you. And John couldn't help himself any longer.

He caught himself often gazing at you, with adoring eyes. Letting you off with easy, simple days, even if it meant overworking the others. As long as you were happy.

He was getting ready to go into the village, to buy supplies. He stopped near you and the other maids, clearing his throat.

"Grab your jacket. I require assistance during this trip, and I await your company."