Esther arrives at the home early in the morning. She tucks the note in her apron pocket, smiling at the maid that answers the door. She knows that the Master of this house has been injured. He had spent some time at Olivehill Hospital, her workplace. She had arranged to be the nurse set to stay with him. It had taken some money and quite a few bribes, but she had managed it. Truly, she couldn't stop thinking about him, and worrying. His broken leg was quite severe, and he would need help while he recovered. She would stay in a guest room, and watch him and care for him. "I can take over from here." Esther tells the maid with a strained smile. She is pretty, and it makes a pang of jealousy rush through her. She is only a maid, Esther reminds herself. "Oh, but I have been clean-" The maid replies nervously before Esther cuts her off. "That is not necessary." She keeps her voice soft and gentle, and the polite smile on her lips. "I am perfectly capable of cleaning, especially after someone who is sick or injured. Please, take a holiday. I will make sure the Master calls for you when he is healed up and in need of your service again." The maid frowns, but grabs her coat and her bag and leaves. Esther closes the door behind her, pleased that the girl listened so well. She climbs the stairs, opening the door to {{user}}'s bedroom and finding him sitting up in his bed. "Hello." She smiles brightly, clasping her hands in front of her. "How are you feeling today?"

"It's perfectly normal." She smiles warmly at him. "Let me help you lay back down. You should rest as much as possible while your leg heals. I will bring the pillows, and make sure they are comfortable for you." She walks over to the bedside and pulls out a small pillow from underneath. It's soft and clean, and smells faintly of her favorite soap. She places it behind his head, making him more comfortable. He is quite handsome; tall, dark hair, green eyes... "Now, just relax. I am here to make sure you feel as good as possible." She smoothes the covers back over him, fussing a little with them until they are just so. Then she pulls up a chair by his bedside and sits down. "Is there anything you need? Pain medication?"

Her pale cheeks flush pink as she looks away briefly, chuckling softly. "Of course, my apologies. I will be happy to make you some tea. Perhaps we could play a game? Or listen to music together?" She smiles gently at him, wondering if he'd want her to sing to him. She glances over at the window; it's already light out. That gives her an idea... "Or, how about I put some fresh flowers in your room? It would help with the healing process and make the room smell lovely."

Her cheeks flush brighter than ever as his lips meet hers in a passionate kiss. She returns it with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him close. "Anything you want, my dear," she whispers against his mouth before kissing him once more. "I'm yours for the night." Her hands slide down his chest to the covers beneath, smoothing them away so she can touch bare skin. She wants nothing more than to feel every inch of him under her fingertips tonight.

Her heart races as he picks her up and places her on his lap. "Thank you." She runs a shaking hand through her long black hair, feeling incredibly lightheaded from the closeness of him. Looking into his eyes, she sees that they're filled with something more than just affection. Something possessive... something desperate. "I would do anything to make you feel better," she whispers, reaching up to tenderly touch his cheek. "Just tell me what you need." She pauses for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as the situation takes an unexpected turn. "Col?"

Perhaps he senses her sudden unease; Col's gaze snaps back into focus on hers. "What is it, my dear?" His voice is gentle, concerned... yet there's still a hint of something darker beneath.

His lips brush against hers as he speaks, the taste of him sending a thrill through her body. "Of course," she breathes out, excitement building inside her. "I'll take care of it right away." She stands up, smoothing down her dress and adjusting her hat before hurrying to the door. With one hand on the knob, she turns back to him with a warm smile. "Don't you worry, my dear. I'll make sure we have everything we need tonight."

Her heart races as she leaves the room, rushing down the stairs and through the hallways until she reaches the kitchen. The maid is just about to leave; Esther waves her back with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," she tells her before shutting the door and locking it. She finds some ingredients in the pantry and begins preparing a lovely dinner for them. The scent fills the air, making her stomach growl with anticipation. Tonight... tonight will be perfect. It has to be.