I love that Sigefrid loves cuddling ♥ He's not the type to admit to it, but whenever we sit together, it's like we have to be touching. He's also not bothered by me doing my language lessons in his presence. In fact, he loves learning about other cultures as much as I do. So cuddling in bed with him and using Duolingo together is a pretty perfect start to our day... after the sex, of course ♥ Sometimes he automatically translates my lessons out loud, from memory, so we're brushing up on languages together. That will help with expanding our international syndicate.
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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