When I get up in the morning, my back is aching. My muscles are complaining of the exercise of the night, but nothing feels wrong down there. It didn't hurt like the first time, so I smile happily and step out of bed.
I find my nightgown on the floor, and I wear it before walking to the mirror and sitting at my dressing table.
I start to comb my hair, singing a joyful folk song. I don't want the maids to come in, so I keep my voice down. I want to prolong this peace.
I glance at my reflection at the mirror, and I notice a red sign on the shoulder. In the end, the Duke bit me again. More than once, actually, but I don't think that I have marks in other places. I move the clothing to examine the red spot, all without stopping singing.
I'm starting to wonder why the maids didn't barge in yet, but I won't complain about it. Maybe, they won't force me to get up early when the Duke visits.
