Drake: Loyalty Pays

Diane pulled back to stare at the smug look on his face wondering why he seemed so relaxed. "D-Drake...", a wide smile formed on her lips before she hugged him once more.

"Lord Drake!", Winston rushed up next before bowing. "I have a detailed report of all that has gone on during your slumber".

Drake was silent for a few seconds carefully tracing his fingertips down the woman's spine to feel her tender flesh. Her body was trembling either from cold or tiredness and he couldn't understand why she'd been naked.

"My lord?", Winston stood upright before tilting his head in question. 

"Hmm...How long was I out?". His eyes scanned the family eerie room he'd abandoned over the years.

"About two months".

"Two years out there, huh? That means Drake Bermount is already dead". His hands moved down Diane's body to wrap around her waist.