Marcus jumped and dropped the grooming brush, embarrassment sending a flush to his cheeks as he saw the object of his affections framed in the doorway to the stables.
“Good morning my Lady,” he stuttered, “I am so sorry, I didn’t see you arrive.” He ducked his head and she laughed gently and replied.
“It is alright Marcus,” she said, “I could see that you were daydreaming. I trust it was a pleasant vision?”
It was Marcus’ turn to laugh, but with further embarrassment. If only she knew!
“Yes my Lady, a most pleasant daydream,” he replied, “Penelope is all ready for you. I will just fetch her saddle.”
Delicious, isn’t he? Read more of Marcus in The Darkness of Love here.