A cold gust of breeze swept past Esme and her body trembled.
She curled up in her sleeping position as she hugged her body.
''Cough.. Cough…''
When the sound of persistent coughing lingered in her vicinity, Esme spoke up without opening her eyes, ''If you are unwell, you don't have to force yourself to come here to serve me. Go back to your chambers and take a rest,'' she said, believing the coughing sounds to be originating from one of her maids.
Esme turned to the other side and continued sleeping peacefully until some time later when she heard a groan from behind.
''Why do you sound so masculine today?" Esne slowly opened her eyes only to be greeted by a vast stretch of darkness.
She remained frozen for a moment before she ran her hand on the surface she was lying on. It was not the usual comfort of her soft bed or silken sheets, she could feel the hard rocks and ground beneath her soft palm.