William's illness is more important; leave Kellar to his gypsies.

From Create Your Own Story

"Lord Kellar, I'm sorry I cannot. Not in William's condition."

Kellar's eyes darken. "Will even my own house turn against me?", you hear him grumble, turning with his men to the door. You frown, hoping he won't do anything to make you regret not leaving with him.

You head upstairs finding William's room dark, the lantern extinguished. At first you assume he's gone to sleep but you hear his voice softly in the darkness.

"Don't leave. The light was just hurting my eyes."

You come back in, shutting the door and carefully finding your way to the bedside. Moonlight through the windowpane illuminates his soft features, glistening wetly with perspiration.

"Your sweating..." You murmur, taking a warm damp cloth next to the bed, dabbing at his face and neck. You feel him staring uncomfortably at you, your eyes set on your work as to not meet his gaze.

Suddenly your feel his hand clasp over yours. It's hot and wet. Your eyes jerk up to his in suprise, and you see him gazing at you in a way you've never felt from him. You shiver, remembering as a girl how you longed to see that look from him...all that time ago.

His mouth reaches for yours and you feel his warm aggressive kiss, skin soft but strangely hot. You feel your heart drop out, replaced with molten desire.

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