An Innocent Fantasy

Midnight


Guilt sends its marching soldiers of anxiety and hope into my heart as I walk the rounds of my first evening watch. The corridors of Brandy Hall are empty at this hour, though soon a select few will wake and fill its quiet spaces with the murmur of their labors and the comforting scent of baking bread. Then I will know she has arrived.

I volunteered for this duty with false innocence, for the first loaf from her hands will be mine, by courtesy and nothing else, though I foolishly pretend otherwise.

For now I dream awake of sweetness forbidden…

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