I think I was drunk. drunk on whatever was in that drink. Drunk on lust.
I believed she'd forgive me because she had to. We were bound, her and I
Till death do us part. wasn't that what the old priest had said.
I hadn't done anything wrong, I told myself. Id just taken things to their logical conclusion.
I wasn't going to take pleasure from this. I needed her.
I stepped towards her, looked into her eyes, and for a moment, I hesitated.
She didn't look at me like she would have, like I was something that promised her high position and wealth. She never had