I don't want to burn the world. What fun would it be if it's all in flames?
There would be no one left to crawl at my feet, no one to watch with wide, worshiping eyes as I took everything from them.
No, I prefer the world exactly as it is—full of prideful men just waiting to be broken.
I eventually drifted into a shallow, dreamless sleep, but when the first grey light of the Northern dawn filtered through the heavy curtains, I reached out instinctively to the side of the bed.
It was cold.
I sat up, blinking against the dim light. The bed was empty. Alexander was gone.
Ah, never has a man crawled out of bed before me. I thought. But I guess he has his Marquis duties to fulfill which made him get up before the crack of dawn, so I'll forgive him this time.
As I shifted, the feeling of the fabric beneath me made me pause. I looked down, rubbing the material between my fingers. The sheets were crisp, clean, and smelled of fresh linen and cedar.
