A little peek
Chapter 19

Solar's POV

I like riding the most early in the morning. You can see the morning dew on the grass, the sun is just coming up and it seems like the whole world is slowly coming to life. I also like it, as I see few people around and sometimes I like the solitude. It helps me think and clear my head. With the wedding and its corresponding plans, I need time to think. 

It's Wednesday morning, June 2nd, 1869 and it's before 6 in the morning. I'm heading home from another one of my morning rides. It had rained the night before and the morning air had an even fresher smell then normal. I've been thinking about Moonbyul this morning and could not hide my excitement that she is attending the party on Saturday evening. Normally I would have spent time at the party with Eric, but he already indicated that he has business to catch up on and cannot attend. 

I look forward to not only seeing Moonbyul perform but also spending more time with her and getting to know her more. The more I know about her, the more mysterious she seems to become. The more mysterious she seems to become, the more I want to know about her. 

As rode my horse slowly through the woods back to home, I soon came across Moonbyul's cabin. I could have taken several ways home, but I find myself going past Moonbyul's cabin most often. 

I rode past and wondered what she was doing. Is she still asleep or getting ready for her day? Such a silly thing to wonder about. Today, my curiosity got the best of me. I quieted my horse as I approached the cabin then put the horse where it couldn't be seen from any of the windows. 

Feeling nervous and giddy, I dismounted and slowly approached her bedroom window. I know what I was doing was wrong, but I just had to know something. The cabin itself had heavy woolen curtains and I may be able to see nothing if they are drawn. Creeping, I slowly made it to her bedroom window. 

The closer I got to her window, the more I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Fortunately, the curtains were just ever so slightly apart. Peering in, it took me a second to be able to see. 

There she was, still dressed in her night-shirt. Beautiful was the word that immediately sprung into my mind. Feeling guilty and thrilled at the same time, I watched her pulling a dress out of the dresser and hold it up. 

I knew she could spot me at any time, but still I kept watching. Maybe that was a part of why I was doing this; the risk of being discovered. I can't remember feeling more alive than I did at that moment. 

A second later, she turned towards the door and slipped out of her night-shirt, revealing her pale and graceful form to me. My heart jumped nearly out of my chest. 

After disrobing, she stretched for a moment and let her hair fall down across her back. She reminded me of an ancient Greek statue of Aphrodite that I saw at a museum once. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. 

Then I saw it, she had a tattoo. As if I wasn't already dumbstruck, that did do rather nicely. I've never heard of a woman having a tattoo before. The only ones I've seen were the crude ones that the sailors by the docks have. Then they were usually a girl or something nautical. 

But hers were nothing like those at all. Like her own body was a work of art itself. On the back of her right shoulder appeared to be a tattoo of a bunch of red roses. The flowers were drawn intricately with the most stunning detail. The vivid red of the petals and the greens of the leaves looked so real. 

Then I saw the second one. It was on her left forearm and appeared to be in a foreign language. 

Underneath it encrypted a 'Love Only' words. Like the other one, it was more like a painting then a simple tattoo. 

Where does one get a tattoo like that, was just one of the hundreds of questions that surged through my mind. Again I found out more and she only becomes more mysterious. Her body was like a sensual, graceful, irresistible canvas for the most exquisite works of art. 

But more than the tattoos, her form was breathtaking. Not able to look away, my eyes fell to her perfect bosom. A bosom that sent a wave of the most sinful thoughts through my mind. 

I felt a most definite stab of disappointment when she covered it with her underwear. I shall certainly burn for this. 

Then she began to turn around, which instantly snapped me out of my reverie. I immediately fell backwards onto the ground, right into the mud. Quietly, I crawled away from the window, out of sight. 

Managing to get away from the window unseen, I ran to my horse and quietly led it away. Of course when I arrived home, I had to explain to Mrs. Bailey how my