There were a few days left till the date the group had agreed to leave Ervelon for Lenora, and Ivan vowed to himself to stay as far away from his home as possible, just like he had done the past week.
The men had been given manors within Ervelon to call their own, where they settled with their wives, except Roland who was single and lived alone.
One night Ivan walked up to the door of his home quietly like he had been doing ever since his wife came to Ervelon, hoping Elena would be fast asleep. He had made a tendency of leaving home early before she woke, and would return very late after she'd gone to bed, he was not ready to be tied up, whipped, or gagged for that woman's sexual pleasure.
He pushed the door quietly open, snuck in and gently pushed it closed. He hurriedly made his way past the lounge to the stairs leading to the bedrooms when a light flicked on behind him.