Sometimes I have episodes where I forget that my relationships with Xander and Sigefrid are stable now. I'll run into their arms sobbing and frantically ask if they still need me. Then I'll be embarrassed, because I remember they're not with me because they need me. They love me. I love them, too. I don't know what I'd do without them. They're patient and tender with me, but I feel guilty for needing so much reassurance. Why? Trent has never made me feel bad for my needy ways, nor have Nathaniel or Luci. I shouldn't be like this, so why am I? What if I drive them away because 'm so consumed by my need for them?
Désmoda had been living a comfortable life—well, comfortable for her. She had a rather nice roof over her head and she could get to the market if she wanted to ride in the carriage. But she also had a few people she could ask to do so for her… for a sufficiently-inclusive definition of “ask”. Yes, she’d released the last poor bastard she’d indentured from her cellar, but not without taking some insurance that, should she request a favor or two, they’d not feel in a position to turn her down. And now that her cellar was housing only empty wine casks at the moment, she found herself in need of someone to share her home. She’d never admit it, of course, but she did get terribly lonely from time to time. Maybe there was a more appropriate way to meet men than entrapping, torturing, and blackmailing them… but how would she know? Her mother had wanted to raise a lady and she’d wanted to spite her mother, so away she’d run when she was 16, taking some of her dowry with her b...
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