I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

As the hovering carriage glided to a stop outside the rented townhouse, Matilda took a deep breath, composing herself. The encounter with Malachi Vex had left her unsettled, but she pushed those thoughts aside. Right now, she needed to focus on the present.

Stepping out of the carriage with practiced grace, she made her way to the front door.

"I'm back!" she called out, her voice carrying through the house.

Mara appeared first, her dark hair neatly braided and her eyes wary. "Welcome back, my lady," she said, her tone carefully neutral. "How was your... meeting?"

Matilda offered a reassuring smile. "It went well enough, Mara. Thank you for asking." She paused, an idea forming. "Actually, I was hoping you could do me a favor. We're running low on some essentials. Would you mind making a trip to the market?"

Mara's brow furrowed in confusion. "But my lady, we just stocked yesterday. The pantry is full, and—"

Matilda waved her hand dismissively, cutting her off. "I know, I know. But we can never be too prepared, can we? These are uncertain times, Mara. We don't know what the coming days might hold for us."

She reached into her purse, pulling out a small pouch. She handed a couple of Thalens to Mara, all whole her sight was fixed somewhere else. She made sure to catch Zafron's eye, who had just entered the room.

Mara's lips thinned as she took the money, her eyes darting between Matilda and Zafron. She wasn't fooled by the sudden request, knowing full well it was a ploy to get some alone time with Zafron. Still, she nodded. "Of course, my lady. I'll... I'll go change and head out right away."

As Mara turned to leave, Matilda called out, "Oh, and Mara? You know your way right? Of course, we were both there yesterday. However, If you can not remember, just ask the driver to take you to the market. Take your time. There's no rush..."

Mara's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, but she managed a tight smile. "As you wish, my lady."

As Mara disappeared upstairs, Zafron approached Matilda, concern etched on his face. "Matilda," he breathed, relief evident in his voice. "You're back. How did it really go?"

Matilda moved towards him, drawn by the warmth in his eyes. "It was... interesting," she said, choosing her words carefully. "Malachi Vex is a dangerous man, but I think I managed to hold my own."

Zafron's jaw tightened at the mention of Vex's name. "I should have been there with you," he said, frustration coloring his tone. "I feel so useless, cooped up here while you're out there facing who knows what."

Matilda reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Zafron, you're far from useless. You've already done so much for me – for us."

He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I need to find a job, and fast. I can't keep letting my woman do everything."

A smile played on Matilda's lips at his choice of words. "Your woman, hmm?" she teased, her eyes sparkling. "You're beginning to step up rather quickly, aren't you?"

A flush crept up Zafron's neck, but he didn't back down. Instead, he met her gaze steadily. "I meant what I said, Matilda. You and Mara... you're both important to me. I want to be able to take care of you, to contribute."

Matilda's heart swelled at his sincerity. She stepped closer, ostensibly to adjust his collar. "You do contribute, Zafron," she said softly, her fingers brushing against his skin. "More than you know."

Zafron's hand found its way to her waist, holding her intimately. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. "Still," he murmured, "I want to do more. I need to."

Their moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Mara appeared, having changed into a simple but flattering dress. Her eyes sought out Zafron, a hint of shyness in her expression.

"How... how do I look?" she asked softly, her gaze fixed on Zafron.

Zafron's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the question. "You look lovely, Mara," he said warmly. "As always."

Mara's cheeks flushed at the compliment, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Thank you," she murmured. Then, with a nod to Matilda, she headed for the door. "I'll be back soon, my lady."

As the door closed behind Mara, Matilda felt a twinge of guilt. She knew the younger woman's feelings for Zafron, and while she didn't want to hurt her, she couldn't deny her own growing attachment to him.

Turning back to Zafron, she found him watching her with a mix of emotions in his eyes. "Matilda," he said softly, "what are we doing?"

She knew he wasn't just talking about sending Mara to the market. The question hung between them, heavy with implications.

"I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I know I don't want to stop."

Zafron's hand tightened on her waist. "Neither do I," he murmured.

As he leaned in, Matilda's eyes fluttered closed. Their lips met in a tender kiss, soft and exploratory at first, then deepening with growing passion.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless. Matilda rested her forehead against Zafron's, her heart racing.

"We shouldn't," she murmured, even as her body yearned to be closer to him.

Zafron nodded, but made no move to let her go. "I know. But Matilda, I can't help how I feel about you."

She pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze. "And Mara?" she asked, voicing the question that had been weighing on both their minds.

Zafron's expression turned pained. "I care for her too. Deeply. I know it's not fair, to either of you, but..."

Matilda placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "We'll figure it out," she said, trying to inject more confidence into her voice than she felt. "Together."

He nodded, gratitude and affection shining in his eyes. "Together," he agreed.

They stood there for a moment longer, holding each other, both lost in thought. Matilda knew they were treading dangerous waters. Her marriage to Lord Blackthorn, her growing feelings for Zafron, Mara's place in their lives – it was all so complicated.

And now, with Malachi Vex's thinly veiled threats hanging over them, the stakes were higher than ever.

But as she looked into Zafron's eyes, seeing the warmth and determination there, Matilda felt a surge of hope. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them as one.

"Now then," she said, injecting a note of cheerfulness into her voice. "About that job you're so set on getting..."

Zafron's expression turned thoughtful. "You know," he said slowly, "I've been thinking about that. What if... what if I went around the city tomorrow to see what I can get my hands on? With my background, I could fit in anywhere and make a couple of Thalens to take care of you and Mara,"

Matilda's eyes lit up, "You really think?"

He smiled, squeezing her hand. "Yeah, I mean I'm strong and hardworking. I could fit in almost anywhere. So what do you really think?"

"If you say so," she said firmly. "And I'll be right there to support you, every step of the way."

"Thank you," Zafron said with a sigh. This was a big load off his chest. First thing in the morning tomorrow, he would set out to go find work.

Matilda stepped back, her eyes roaming over Zafron's attire with a critical gaze. Her lips curved into a playful smile as she reached out to smooth a wrinkle on his shirt.

"You know," she said, her voice light and teasing, "a change of wardrobe might be nice for... my man." She emphasized the last two words, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Zafron's cheeks flushed slightly at her words, but he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "Matilda," he chuckled, shaking his head, "I thought we just discussed this. No more spending on me, remember?"

She pouted dramatically, her hand still resting on his chest. "But Zafron, darling, you can't possibly expect to land a prestigious job ... well, like this." She gestured vaguely at his well-worn clothes.

"What's wrong with how I look?" he asked, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, these clothes have served me well through many adventures,"

Matilda laughed, the sound light and musical. "Oh, I'm sure they have. But perhaps it's time for some new adventures... in tailoring."

Zafron caught her hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

"I prefer to think of myself as persistent," she retorted, her breath catching slightly at his tender gesture.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the playful banter gave way to something deeper, more intense. Matilda felt her heart race as she stepped closer, eliminating the space between them.

"Well," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, "if I can't put new clothes on you, perhaps..." She trailed off, her fingers toying with the top button of his shirt.

Zafron's eyes widened, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Perhaps what?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Matilda leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Perhaps I could at least remove these old ones?"

A shiver ran through Zafron's body at her words. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Matilda," he groaned, his resolve weakening by the second.

She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes, Zafron?"

For a moment, they stood frozen, the air between them crackling with tension. Then, with a low growl, Zafron captured her lips in a searing kiss. Matilda melted into him, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

As they lost themselves in each other, all thoughts of new wardrobes and job hunting faded away. In that moment, there was only them, their shared passion, and the promise of something deeper, something that transcended the complexities of their situation.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless and flushed, Zafron rested his forehead against Matilda's. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he murmured, a smile in his voice.

Matilda laughed softly, her heart full of joy and affection. "Oh, but what a way to go," she teased, pulling him in for another kiss.

"Would you like a do over of this morning?" Zafron asked.

"Are you asking if you could do one of your duties?" Matilda asked.

***

Sorry for the previous chapter.

I hope the writing is better now

I'm sorry again.