Dominic
Once the door closed, she got up and rubbed her burning behind, oh for the love of god, her behind felt like the king's furnace.
She unpacked her backpack. She hadn't realized she was crying until she tasted salty tears.
In the meantime, Dominic walked from the maid's quarters and stopped on his way to the castle.
He found a nearby bench that faced his mother's rose garden. Why was his pulse suddenly racing? He took in deep breaths to calm himself.
Had he taken things too far with the little girl, he should stop thinking of her like that. She did say, she was old enough.
He looked at his palm under the moonlight light. He could still feel her flesh as it came into contact with his hand.