<br/>Constance had taken to her rooms, leaving her husband in his study and knowing he would find his own entertainment this evening.  She was waiting on one of the maids to come and attend to her, but she was sure they were still supping.  She undid her hair, thinking about her sons, especially Valentine.  She had missed him, she loved both her sons, but Cyril was always writing and playing music, Valentine had always been hers.  She could not wait to see him.  She brushed her hair, watching in the mirror as she worked the ivory handled brush through her dark locks.  She smiled softly, thinking about her sonsa nd her husband.  She enjoyed her life here, she was the Lady of the House but here, behind closed doors she was slave to the men who desired her to be.  Whether her Husband of her sons, all three were her Masters.<br/><br/>There came a knock and she turned to the look at the door, "come" she called softly, thinking it might be Annalisa to help her with her clothes.<br/>