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.


His refection made him frown. What little flesh he had on his cheek had gone totally. His eyes had prominent dark rings and he totally looked sicker than he liked to admit. The past days had drained him, mapping out strategies, plotting, scheming, he had to be active in the recruiting of new members. He listened as the sound of rushing water came from his wash room. His chamber he had made certain linked directly to the boundaries of his territory. Of course his step sister was no threat, her careless brutality amongst the provinces amounted little to him, he had better enenmies. He knew any threat intended on him would go through the front gate which led first to the north wing of the building which was his chamber. But if any threat came from this tunnel then it was aimed at his servants or his men and he wanted to meet first with it. He had severally gotten petty thieves that still be

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.

Selene only nodded. Of course Mia was a gentle child. She could easily grow fonder of anyone, her r

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