Captive Silence

PRIMUS VALERIUS'S POV

Sylvana’s breasts graze over my chest. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across my abdomen, her lips brushing my jaw every few minutes like she thought the touch might rekindle something long dead.

She giggled, leaned in again and fed me fruit I didn’t ask for.

Letting her return to the castle had been a gathered decision. One I regretted a little more with every passing ho