“Where are we going?” she asked, confused that they passed his door.“To the end of the wing — Lord Vaughan’s chambers are off limits.”“B...t I thought…”Grier stopped and turned around. “While you are indeed his wife now, you will not be permitted in his chambers unless he has invited you. Even Lady Abigail was never permitted in there.” He turned away from her and continued down the hall, annoyed once more by one of Rosalynne’s questions. She overheard him a few days go discussing with Tobias,. He lived only two floors apart from her, but she would never make it to her apartment before the morning dawned.They were always the last ones awake, sitting on the balcony sharing one of the few remaining beers and one of the many remaining stories while everyone else was asleep inside.Sarah sometimes thought that the only reason they even invited other people was to give them a reason not to fuck each other because their relationship was something different.They came from different areas of. Was I a real girl?I pulled at my wig. A sharp pain went through my scalp. These thicklocks of brown, wavy hair were no wig. I clambered out of the bed toreveal the room I was now in.Pink carpet decorated the floor, but the walls and the extremely highceiling were stone. There was no light fitting, only candles throughout.The windows were huge and arch shaped. This looked like it belonged to amedieval castle. There was a full length mirror in the corner. I ranover to take a look.Oh my.I was what. We met in college as part of a group. A group of friends taking their first step to conquer the world. And Brian and I, gradually we fell in love. Despite the fact that some of our friends, as part of the 'experimentation' of college, were jumping from bed to bed, while claiming to be going with one person, we only wanted each other and stayed that way. While Brian wasn't my first and I wasn't his, we new we were meant for each other.For one thing, our sex life was great. We both desired to.