Not a figment of her imagination
Esmeralda woke up in her room the next morning. Her body ached everywhere. Other than that, everything else seemed fine. She was alive and her clothes were in order, she was in the comfort of her room with no stranger around her.
"Was it all a dream?" she asked herself. She found herself being disappointed at that thought of it being a dream. Everything she felt was so real and the pleasure unforgettable.
Her servant walked into the room with her clothes, he informed her that her bath was ready.
"Nathan," she called to him forgetting that formality and the difference in status.
Nathan looked up surprised at the way she called him. He didn't say it but something did seem different about her today, she seemed to be glowing.
"Yes priestess," he said getting out of his dazed state.