The Duke and Duchess had only been married for a couple of years when they moved to their new estate. A medium sized castle on the English countryside set upon a huge tract of land overlooking a small lake.
The setting would have been an idyllic place to live in marital bliss had their marriage been for romantic and not political reasons. The Duke was much more interested in the servants of the castle than his own wife. She would often hear the moans of maids, stable girls or even some of their high society guests come from whichever room the Duke retired to. At first this embarrassed her, but as it continued she became enraged as her own needs were never addressed.
It was late one evening when the moans in her own bed awoken her. Next to her was the Duke and their chamber maid in a passionate embrace. In the poor light of the evening she could scarcely make out the silhouetted form of the woman riding her husband. His large hands caressing the small waist and breasts of their servant. Quietly, she watches careful to not make herself noticed as anything more than sleeping. The rhythm of the couples motions quickens and the faint smell of a woman's pleasure can be detected. She continues to watch as the couple completes their act, the maid scampers off and before long the snores of her husband fill the room. It is only then she decides to move.
Getting out of bed she dresses while chastising her mate in her head. She decides to take a walk down to the lake and stare at the reflected moon in the still waters and contemplate her situation. At the late hour she is not even noticed as she leaves the castle.
