The Perfect Gift

My lord. Let the battle commence.
You wish to play games?
So do I.
But be warned, you may be the overall winner of the battle, but I, my lord, well, I will win the skirmishes.
Are you ready?
He thought at first there was no signature, but then he saw inscribed in tiny letters at the foot of the page—
I am not, my lord, your obedient servant. I am, however, your willing partner. In all manner.
Judith
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Judith knew Stephen had extreme tastes. Tastes he thought not suitable for one so innocent as her.
However she had other ideas. How could he know, how could she know, if he didn't share them?