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The youth was delicate and elegant, his features recalling such
symmetry as might have been carved by Michelangelo out of
dazzling white marble. He was lithe and narrow, his lovely face framed by
dark curls, and there was an innocence to his countenance that, in Slyfeel’s
opinion, simply begged to be sullied.
“Am I correct in supposing you are Lord Grantham’s eldest?” he asked.
The youth hesitated, but only for a moment. “Yes. My name is Junian
Thwaite. And you are, sir?”
Slyfeel smiled and leaned in, noting the way the boy shuddered at his
closeness. “Why, did nobody warn you, my dear? I am Lord Slyfeel, the
man who is going to have his cock inside your virginal arse before the night
ends.”
-From The Maiden Diaries by Anonymous, Volume 1.
Harold Granger, the only son of a drunken farrier-turned-groom,
heir to nothing at all, left the stables at Eavesmore a little after
five o’clock. He stopped at his dwelling to change clothes, then headed for
the small cottage up the hill where James lived. James Lewis, Earl of
Stratford, Harold’s employer and long-time friend. And, for the past few
years, something much, much more.
The cottage was a little stone affair that sat in the shadow of Eavesmore
Manor—what James called “the Gothic monstrosity.” Harold, whose father
had served as stablemaster to the lord and lady of the manor, had always
quite liked the house when he was growing up. But he recognised that it
held little charm for James. It stood empty now except for the servants. Had
done for years, ever since Lord and Lady Stratford had died, leaving the
estate to sixteen-year-old James. James lived in the old groundsman’s
cottage, and he never set foot in the manor unless he had to.
As expected, Harold found James in his study—a narrow room at the
front of the cottage, scarcely larger than a closet. The bedroom across the
hall was bigger, though not by much, and featured a lovely, vine-carved
four-poster bed that James rarely slept in. He preferred the sofa in the study,
or else he napped with his head on his desk and woke with ink stains on his
cheeks. Harold had even once found him curled on the rug by the fireplace
in the sitting room—no fire in the grate, no quilt over him—Harold’s cat
drowsing beside him. Harold had woken him gently, lifted him under the
knees and shoulders and carried him to the bedroom, scolding quietly in his
ear while James hooked his arms round Harold’s neck and snored against
his chest.
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