Chapter Fourteen

Gwen

When I woke up this morning, it was Kora shaking me awake rudely to tell me that the former Queen had asked me to dress and come down with my husband to greet the guests.

I had looked to the side of the bed to meet it cold and empty, only the changed sheet evidence of what took place last night-my virginity had been mercilessly stolen from me by that cruel man.

Instead of crying, I had nod my head and told her I wanted to be alone. Fortunately, she was glad to oblige, leaving me to myself to feel pity for the life I had successfully plunged myself into.

I didn't cry, not even tears budged to spill as I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and looked at myself. It seemed after yesterday at the altar, something changed about me. I lost my courage. I became a new person. A scared person.

I should have fought him harder, kicked and cried until he let me go, but I couldn't. Instead, there I lay and watched him desecrate me and then left without even a consolation.

When I