“Indeed,” Ewan said simply as he pulled back the covers and allowed her into bed.<br/><br/>The raging fire had burned to embers before the two of them finally decided to rest and catch their breath. Ewan’s arms wrapped tightly around Victoria from behind as they spoke quietly in the near darkness, warm and flushed from their long-overdue, intimate rendezvous.<br/><br/>“The best part is that there isn’t a mark on him,” Ewan said, explaining the fate of Katherine’s unfortunate former beau. “It will appear to be a suicide. The young man simply couldn’t face his lot in life for another day. Even Katherine may buy it,” he explained. “Speaking of Katherine, you will need to marry her off next – and perhaps soon. I was thinking of Duke Elmore’s oldest – Timothy. The Duke is an old friend and would certainly back my claim – when the time is right. What do you think?”<br/><br/>Ewan gently rubbed one of her shoulders as they spoke, massaging her after what had to be a very long day. Sensing that she could use more of that, he gently rolled her on her stomach and began massaging her back as they spoke. His strong hands gently working out the kinks as they continued their nefarious planning.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, outside, one of the guards noticed something odd floating in the courtyard’s pond. He went to the gardener’s shed to retrieve a pole and noticed the place was unoccupied. Fetching a long staff, the guard managed to push Simon’s corpse to the shore.<br/><br/>“Ma God,” the man said to himself, shaking his head, before going to get help. While this was a tragic affair, it was not something the Lord of the house would need to be awoken for. The Duke and his wife would certainly find out before breakfast, however.