52. A Letter

AGNARR.

I do not know what to say to her as she wraps the sheet around herself.

The moment I woke up, the first thing I realised was the way I had my head buried in her breasts. I like breasts, that was not the issue, but it was too close… too intimate…

We were tangled together, and it shouldn’t have happened.

She distracts me in ways that nothing else can and it gives me more reprieve and proves a better distraction than spending my energy in my harem.

Last night I slept better too… perhaps I was tired, but I know she was also part of the reason.

I will have to hide this mark soon because she has now tied us together. I do not want her to become the target for Nefzaan, a way to get to me. Knowing by hurting her that I will feel it… I am sure that is how the bond between wolves works.

She leaves the room, and I let her, not knowing what to say. There’s a sudden strangeness in the air between us and I don’t know how to get rid of it.

I have never slept beside a woman. Waking up