The massive room was just as large as the throne room if not larger. The long rectangular table before her had a fine furry table mat on it. It's print that of a tiger. Selene gulped, thinking ho meant skins had been used to make such large cloth, maybe Sol had no more tigers now.

Selene took another bite of the apple pie, it was bland, she knew not if her mother's superior recipe made the pie taste like lime water or her appetite was none existent. The events of the previous night she was certain would not wear off so easily. She had never been one to cry, she had countlessly challenged her father, when ever her dignity or the safety of dear Mia was in jeopardy she had spoken out, anything to defend herself and her sister. But the Lord made her weep like an infant, she cursed the very moon that shone the day she kissed the Lord on that balcony. That seemed to awake what wanton part of 

The little princess sat closely to Selene. Selene had her left hand slung over her shoulder as they both ate. She so wished she could put the child in her belly so they would become one, then and then alone would she worry less of her. The oat before her tasted sweeter than she knew oats to be. Who ever was in the royal kitchen Selene was cettain had an issue with moderation. The lord sat at the table, his eyes on her though she was unwilling to look up, his gaze was burning enough to be felt.

He cleared his throat swiftly and placed the heavier than normal fork on his platter.

"A nurse had been assigned to the princess. Better if you are not constantly bothering of her welfare" Edgar stated and watched the princess closely. He could see her relief as well as mistrust

"She has quite taken a liking to Mrs Diana, she has been placed in her care for now" he added trying to reassure her.


With an aching elbow and heavy lids, Selene woke to the dimly lit room. Her eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar chamber that either held no windows or it's blinds were perfectly cloaked. She stretched her legs and rose to only fall back on the soft bed, her head light and swimming. Her heart sped as she recalled the events. The trial. Her father had lost, she was now a slave, Mia was not with her. With a broken sob, Selene fell back on the bed. Not wanting to discover what cruel fate awaited her, she pulled the white linen to her chin, as if to cover the shame and humiliation of being a whore to some man she was yet to see. The governess had done her worst. She would kill herself before any man defiled her. Tears came to her eyes as he remembered how she had allowed the savage lord to kiss her, to touch her in indecent ways. Selene turned to the oil lamp, wishing she could burn herself to de

The massive room was just as large as the throne room if not larger. The long rectangular table before her had a fine furry table mat on it. It's print that of a tiger. Selene gulped, thinking ho meant skins had been used to make such large cloth, maybe Sol had no more tigers now.

Selene took another bite of the apple pie, it was bland, she knew not if her mother's superior recipe made the pie taste like lime water or her appetite was none existent. The events of the previous night she was certain would not wear off so easily. She had never been one to cry, she had countlessly challenged her father, when ever her dignity or the safety of dear Mia was in jeopardy she had spoken out, anything to defend herself and her sister. But the Lord made her weep like an infant, she cursed the very moon that shone the day she kissed the Lord on that balcony. That seemed to awake what wanton part of her was alive. Her treacherous body was an epitome of betrayal, despite her fears and anger, she had

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