*Rose*

“I am bored,” I sulk.

Mark has brought me to his room. His bedroom has a beautiful window seat that faces the garden. I sit with his arms wrapped around my shoulders. Although the window is open, and I can feel the night air against my skin, this doesn’t beat being physically outside.

He unwraps his arms from my shoulders and stands up.

“Okay. I have an idea. Why don’t we do something exciting?” Mark asks.

I frown up at him. All my men have ...