Chapter - 79

The sun had climbed higher, filling the opulent bedchamber with a warm, golden light.

Lady Seraphine stirred in the massive bed. Her eyes looking at the empty bed beside her.

She was back in her room, yet her hand instinctively reached out seeking the warmth of the body that had been with her all night long.

But there was no one. She lazily sat up, clutching the silk duvet to her chest. The room was empty.

She looked at the pillow beside her, hoping it would smell the same like him.

But there was nothing, he was truly gone.

She stood up, clutching the robes on her body as she walked to the balcony doors and looked out towards the South Gate. In the far distance, a tiny speck of a cart was disappearing over a hill.

'Maybe that is him.'

She pressed her hand to the door frame. Her body ached.

A sweet, deep soreness radiated from her hips and her inner thighs.

Her back stung pleasantly from the scratches, and her skin felt sensitized, alive.

Every movement she made reminded her of his size, his absolute possession of her, and that every bit of it was real.

"You left," she whispered, a pang of loneliness hitting her chest.

Just then a soft knock came at the door.

"Enter," she called out, composing her face into a mask of noble indifference.

A young maid entered, keeping her eyes strictly on the floor. She held a silver tray.

"My Lady? I found this while cleaning the room."

"It was left... Under the pillow. I thought you would want to have it immediately."

It was a sealed envelope. There was no wax seal on it, just her name written in a bold, jagged handwriting.

Seraphine took it, her heart pounding against her ribs.

'Why would he leave it like that?' She thought.

She dismissed the maid with a wave of her hand.

She went back and sat on the edge of her bed, and opened the envelope, pulling out the letter from within.

She unfolded the letter.

'To my Lady Seraphine,'

'If you are reading this, your back probably hurts. I am glad it does. In fact it should. It will remind you of me for the next few days.'

'You took a hell of a pounding last night. Try not to limp too much in front of the servants, it ruins the 'dignified noblewoman' act.'

Seraphine flushed a deep, burning crimson.

"This rogue!" A shocked laugh bubbled up in her throat. He was incorrigible. Even on paper, he was arrogant, lecherous, and completely unafraid. She traced the words with her finger, smiling.

'But don't worry! When I come back, I will thoroughly massage your body before continuing from where we left last night.'

Then, the tone of the letter shifted. The handwriting became sharper.

'But before I come back, you need to know something. I am better than everyone in this town. But I am not invincible. Where I am going... It might turn out to be dangerous. There is a chance I might be late. There is a chance I might get beat up as well.'

'But I will come back. I promised. So don't you dare start looking for a replacement. Don't let your husband touch you., oh well I am pretty relived from his side, but don't you dare let anyone touch you.'

'If I come back and find another man sniffing around you, I won't just kill him. I will burn the town down. You belong to me. Remember that.'

Seraphine shivered. The possessiveness of his words thrilled her. He wasn't requesting her, he was claiming her. She belonged to him.

'But I trust you. So, I left you little something. Check the other envelope.'

Seraphine frowned. She looked inside the main packet. There was a second, smaller envelope tucked behind the letter.

She opened it. A small, metallic card slid out into her hand. It glowed with a faint silver light, engraved with the sigil of a winding road.

It was a Silver card of the Silver Route Merchant Guild.

She touched it. The magic within the card hummed, connecting to her consciousness.

She focused on the card, and a number flashed in her mind.

5,000 Gold Coins.

Seraphine gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she dropped the card onto the bed as if it were hot.

"Five thousand Gold Coins!"

She has been doing the books for the Bastard Lord for a few months now. Apart from the treasure he might have snuck away, officially this was nearly a third of his entire treasury.

It was a fortune. It was enough to buy a small house in the capital, or even pay for all the soldiers in Auravale for a whole year.

And he had just... given it to her? Wasn't he afraid she would run away with his money?

She picked up the letter again, her hands trembling.

'I am leaving you some funds on that card. It's yours. For now!'

'Don't spend it on dresses. Use it well. You want revenge, don't you? But revenge costs money, darling.'

'Bribe the guards. Hire some bandits or mercenaries. But reliable ones this time. Prepare the ground for when I get back. We will create such chaos that your bastard husband won't know what hit him.'

'I want that Bastard Lord isolated, blind, and confused.'

'I am giving you this money for you to use it well.'

Tears welled in her eyes. He trusted her. He didn't just see her as a mistress or a toy. He really cared for her. He saw the hatred in her heart and he had handed her the means to unleash it.

She read the final lines.

'And Seraphine?'

'Don't run away. And don't splurge it. Because if you waste my gold, I will find you. I will drag you back to my bed.'

'And I will fuck you until I have recovered every single copper piece out of your body.'

Seraphine lowered the letter. The tears spilled over, running down her cheeks, but she was smiling. It was a fierce, dangerous smile that matched the one she had worn in the forest years ago.

'P.S. This might be my first letter that I wrote for you. But it is better if you burn it, just to be cautious.'

"Burn it?" she whispered to the empty room, "You wish."

She clutched the letter to her chest.

"You can fuck me all you want, Mr Leo," she murmured, wiping her eyes, "Just come back."

She looked at the Silver Card gleaming on the bedspread. Her sorrow vanished, replaced by the cold, calculating look of the Matriarch. The woman who had killed an entire village of cowards was back.

"Five thousand gold coins," she whispered.

She stood up, letting her robes drop on the floor, and walked towards her wardrobe. She didn't choose a soft, pastel gown today. She chose a dark crimson coloured dress. She could see the moment for her to spill some blood.

"Time to go shopping."

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