The Landlord of the Manor had indeed remained fully clothed during his ravaging; which was an indicator of his own urgency and need. As sore as she must be from his ministrations, and the bruises and welts that adorned her skin, his muscles, too, ached, and the bath would soothe both, before they retired to sleep on white, satin sheets. Together. It would be the first occasion in over a year that the man would wake up with the sunlight filtering through the windows, and the warmth of a woman's body beside him. The other's had either all left before morning came, of their own volition, or at Hawthorne's request.…