Story for the Day: The Scullery Maid Pt 4

                Word of Meraliegh's fancy soon spread within the pleasure house. Smirks were given, mocking assertions were made, but Meraliegh's sensibilities were impregnable. She could now bear any derision given her as long as she had the Lucentian pirate-thief in mind. He was her shield, and their attachment was her sword. Everyone began to investigate her comings and goings, began to look for hints and signs of this invented and dashing creature. They had seen her empty the washing...