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In the next morning, when she woke up, Climene found herself alone in the bed. There was no sign of Stelios in the bedroom as well. Slowly, she sat pulling the sheets to cover her chest. There was a soft light, indicating that it was the beginning of morning. And so, lowering her gaze, Climene realized one of her legs was uncovered and had small marks of bites. She felt a wave of heat climb up to her face, remembering the last night. It had felt good, but one doubt couldn't leave her head: what did he think of, after their wedding night?
She held more firmly the sheets in both her hands, thoughtful. She heard steps and lifting her head, she saw Stelios come in with his lowered gaze, and his cloak in his hands. When he lifted his gaze, he found hers and raised his eyebrows with a light air of surprise.
"Ah. You woke up."
"Yes", she answered in a low voice, not knowing what to do. He nodded lightly and passed the cloak around his shoulders. Had he gone there to watch her sleep for a few minutes?
She blinked a few times to bring herself back from this reverie. Watching him get ready now seemed natural, even though she was in a situation which she never imagined, married to him, sitting on the bed where they had consummated their wedding night. And that brought her doubt back. Should she ask him? Or did she really want to know?
Stelios tied his cloak and adjusted it on his shoulders. Climene looked at him, she had little time to make up her mind. He lifted his head, looked at her and said with a faint smile:
"Very well, then", turned around and was leaving when Climene, before she could realize, called him:
"My lord."
He stopped almost at the door and turned to face her. Feeling again the heat strike her face, she held more strongly the sheets and reunited once more her courage;
"Did I please you?"
Stelios frowned. She pressed her lips together, hoping that she wasn't blushing and trying not to regret the question.
"Don't call me my lord", he said getting closer to her.
She lowered her eyes, trying to control her agitation. "My lord" was a reflex, and she felt a little silly for that. But she managed to turn her eyes to him, even though they were a little scared.
He stopped at her side, smiling. Maybe because he thought her expression was comic. And with the wide eyes and opened mouth, waiting for an answer, maybe it really was. That smile made a small shiver go down Climene's spine. "Yes", that was what she heard escape his lips.
Stelios sat down and putting one of his hands on her arm, he kissed her shoulder and completed with a low voice:
"Yes, you did", his half-closed eyes staring at hers. The warmth of his hand, of his lips, his voice and his gaze formed a mixture that seemed to awaken her, although it had something of a dream.
So he rose up and left. He was going to present himself at the barracks. And Climene saw leaving the man that held her captive like Orpheus held captives the ones who listened to his music.