Amber paused in the entrance to the study, taking in the wooden paneling and the cherry desk. She has seen the room a few times over the past few days but this room still was so different from the other rooms in the house. It was darker, the lighting wasn't natural and it was supplied by the lamp on the desk and the overhead fixtures.<br/><br/>Her eyes took in Sir Mark, trying to pierce the gloom and shadows where he sat. He seemed like a noble even more when he was in this room because of how the room was designed and how his features were hidden due to the lighting.<br/><br/>She folded her legs under her, resting on her thighs and keeping her hands in a prayer position in front of her. Each time she felt his hand reach down and stroke her hair, Amber's body straightened and arched like a cat's body does when someone was petted across the cat's back. The kneeling position was the position she was still in when the sound of the light knock could be heard inside the study.<br/><br/>Amber sighed once Sir Mark had left, being left in the room by herself. She wanted to meet this woman but instead she was told to stay here, for now. When, and if, Sir Mark returned he would see Amber staring forward, trying to catch a peek of the other woman that agreed to submit to Sir Mark. Amber's expression of disappointment of being left behind that she felt earlier had been wiped away long before Sir Mark returned.