Standing firmly near the window of Duke Hilbert's room, staring out at the castle courtyard. My night cloak hangs over my body, which is still partially clad in armor. Bluish bruises are visible on my wrists—marks from his grip that night. I do not complain. Other marks are hidden beneath the covered clothing I wear now—my neck, breasts, and thighs are full of his marks. No one knows. The nobles think my Lord is impotent. Let them think so. While in reality... I serve him almost every night, and even during the day in his study, his fingers always find their way to my body.