The massive room was just as large as the throne room if not larger. The long blockish table before her had a fine furry table mat on it. It's print that of a barracuda. Selene gulped, allowing ho meant skins had been used to make similar large cloth, perhaps Sol had no further barracuda now. Selene took another bite of the apple pie, it was mellow, she knew not if her mama 's superior form made the pie taste like lime water or her appetite was none existent. The events of the former night she was certain would not wear off so fluently. She had noway been one to cry, she had countlessly challenged her father, when ever her quality or the safety of dear Mia was in jeopardy she had spoken out, anything to defend herself and her family. But the Lord made her weep like an child, she cursed the veritably moon that shone the day she kissed the Lord on that deck. That sounded to awake what flirter part of her was alive. Her unfaithful body was an epitome of treason, despite her fears and w

His meal made him glare. What little meat he'd on his impertinence had gone completely. His eyes had prominent dark rings and he completely looked sicker than he liked to admit. The once days had drained him, mapping out strategies, conniving, colluding, he'd to be active in the recruiting of new members. He heeded as the sound of rushing water came from his marshland room. His chamber he'd made certain linked directly to the boundaries of his home. Of course his step family was no trouble, her careless brutality amongst the businesses amounted little to him, he'd better enenmies. He knew any trouble intended on him would go through the frontal gate which led first to the north sect of the structure which was his chamber. But if any trouble came from this lair also it was aimed at his retainers or his men and he wanted to meet first with it. He'd severally gotten petty stealers that still prayed mercy in his dungeon and of course the queen. He'd caught the queen and saved her doubly i

Selene jolted awake, her eyes snappily searching the slightly dark corners of her chamber. What had woken her, she allowed , completely worried. Was it Mia, had her fever returned? Did she get harmed by a perambulator? Or perhaps she just demanded a walk in the theater . Selene took another deep breathe, trying to be positive. The valve on the door came again and Selene heaved a shriek. It was Nina, no mistrustfulness trying to fix her bath and whatever she demanded that morning. She slipped out of bed and went to the bedside table where a heavy tableware key tied to a blue strip laid independently. She turned the door clump after the click of the key could be heard and pulled open the heavy door. There stood the Lord, his eyes so openly combing over her frame till it landed in her bossom which was slightly covered by the see through v- neck night dress. Selene rushed to the bed in a less subtle manner and pulled on her mask. " What are you doing then?" Selene asked " I see you

There was a woodpecker next to her. That was Selene's first study as she woke. The steady drumming of beak against wood assaulted her waking cognizance. What was a raspberry doing in her room? She allowed carelessly. With a meow, Selene turned to seek comfort on. Was her bed so hard or was she relatively asleep? The warm watery movement on her lids made her jump. Had the candle wax melted on her eyes? Was she bedazzle? And why did the bed tangle her so? Selene opened her eyes to see the Lord's face, his left arm slung heavily over her arms, his legs dragged her inbetween his shanks, his body in the hard rustic president and gulfing her, put away between his frame. His lips were parted slightly as he breathed. " MyLord.my Lord" Selene called Her bare legs could feel the cold morning air and the warm body through the britches the Lord wore. " Lord" she called more loudly " Go back to sleep" he muttered " It's me, Selene" she said, trying to tell him of their situation without s

She was familiar with the annoying chime. The bell close to her bed chimed doggedly with a incorrect punch. The bell was used in Riverland, when retainers were too many for delegated duties. The Sol manor house didn't have it. Selene misdoubted they would, with the mass of slaves-willing and unintentional- they had acquired from their land conquering. The council had many retainers perhaps. Or they didn't waste them on guests. The aged woman she could flash back from that night came in, two woven baskets in hand. One holding hair apkins and another a covered server. Or perhaps two. " Lady Selene" she addressed shortly and simply smiled at the youthful child. " You should have breakfast. Or perhaps the reiterating hall would be preferable" the lady asked " No, it's fine then" Selene said as she sat straighter on her bed. The mattress wasn't nearly as soft as her bed back at the manor house. She had slightly slept. The jitters she knew not its root gripped her. numerous studies ran