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Damyr Winter Estate - Oban Countryside
Wren Kingsley
Oh. This was probably a terrible mistake. Val knew that. Knew that he was toeing the line of danger and stepping right onto the edge of foolish; but the heart wanted what it wanted.
It had taken him weeks to engineer things correctly to make this little meet-up happen. Not only had he needed to placate his father, but he'd needed to remove most of the staff and get rid of the wardens who usually maintained his fathers forests. He could not risk anyone seeing what to happen here, and he would most certainly never endanger the company he was going to keep.
So the vast Damyr Winter Manor, all of it's thirty two bedrooms and forty three bathrooms sat empty. Occupied only by one very trusted servant, one exceptionaly housemistress Val had known since birth, and of course one very trusted guard by the name of Dev. It was a meager, pale comparison to the staff usually present, but Val didn't care.
He wasn't here for luxury. He wasn't here to be pampered.
He was here for the woman riding up the gravel path of his families vacation estate.
Val watched as Wren slowly moved up the road, standing just behind the fountain. She was due to stay with him here for two weeks. She was due to be with him for more than a night for the first time since they had met. She was due to be here during the full moon. A problem that he had promised they would deal with. A storm that he was determined to weather together.
Even if it ended with a few scratch marks.
Wren Kingsley
Oh. This was probably a terrible mistake. Val knew that. Knew that he was toeing the line of danger and stepping right onto the edge of foolish; but the heart wanted what it wanted.
It had taken him weeks to engineer things correctly to make this little meet-up happen. Not only had he needed to placate his father, but he'd needed to remove most of the staff and get rid of the wardens who usually maintained his fathers forests. He could not risk anyone seeing what to happen here, and he would most certainly never endanger the company he was going to keep.
So the vast Damyr Winter Manor, all of it's thirty two bedrooms and forty three bathrooms sat empty. Occupied only by one very trusted servant, one exceptionaly housemistress Val had known since birth, and of course one very trusted guard by the name of Dev. It was a meager, pale comparison to the staff usually present, but Val didn't care.
He wasn't here for luxury. He wasn't here to be pampered.
He was here for the woman riding up the gravel path of his families vacation estate.
Val watched as Wren slowly moved up the road, standing just behind the fountain. She was due to stay with him here for two weeks. She was due to be with him for more than a night for the first time since they had met. She was due to be here during the full moon. A problem that he had promised they would deal with. A storm that he was determined to weather together.
Even if it ended with a few scratch marks.