"Yes My Lady?" James asked as he came into my room and stood by the door.

               "James," I sighed, "You know not to call me that when we are alone," I told him giving him a pouting face that eventually turned into a smile.

               James smiled and laughed, "What would My Lady Celia want?" he said. I know he was just joking, but I liked that he could joke with me, even if it could only be behind close doors.

               "James could you come to my bedside please?" I tried to ask in my politest voice, fluttering my eyelashes and giving him a doepy smile.

       He slumped in in a joking burdend look and dragged his feet along the floor as he made his way to my side of the bed. Though he still stood a Gods distance away. I rolled my eyes. He rolled them back.

              "Could you read me a story, please?" I asked in a small voice. He gave me a pitiful look. Knowing when I asked it was a for a reason. He didnt know the true reason, just that it was something i needed in order to go to sleep for the night. The reason I knew was that what I remembered from early that day had riled me up more then I thought. 

             "What would you like for me to read tonight Celia?" he asked me in a whispered tone. He was to kind to me. For all I had done I didnot deserve to like him, be near him. 

              "Any that you can stomache reading. I know you cant stand most of my romance novels," I said watching as he made his way over to my bookself. He hums and squints his eyes as they rack through my collection. He runs the tips of his finger and stops dramticly on a book spine. he lifts in the air and looks at me with an,' ah-hah,' look in his eyes.

             He goes to the conner of my room and pulls the chair over to my bedside. "I remembered liking this one," he says. I know he didnt he just wanted to make me feel better about my taste in novels. I also know that it isbnt true when he turns to the middle of the back to start reading. I didnt care where he started I just needed to hear someones voice as I go to bed. He sits down and I close my eyes, listening as his soothing voice carries me off to a land of dreams.

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            James looks up from his reading to she that his Lady had fallen asleep. he quitly goes to place the book on the shelve. He blows out the candle on the nightside that was aiding him in reading. He looks over to lady alseep. He forgets himself for a second and leans over to kiss her forehead. he stops himselp before and he could and straightens. 

                He walks over to the opening of the room. James turns back to his lady and whispers a goodnight, goes into the hall while closing the door behind himself, before going to the sevents quarters.