"How did you know about the place?""I--" she swallowed. "I read about it.""Ah, maybe from one of the books the King had gifted you. I'm sure one of them had it.""Yes, yes!" She nodded quickly. How was she to explain that she had dreamt about it too. She would sound absolutely crazy. "And from books in her my Villages' library.""Inaymi?""Yes.""Of course, you pretty little reading thing."That nickname again? It made her feel weird but she had more important things to focus on right now.They kept on walking till they came across a side of the market, a stall sought of, where a man was sitting by a table, with cups laid face down on it. Some people were standing in front of the table, their eyes on the cups."You want to play the game?" Lady Kestra asked, observing how closely she was paying them attention, how interested she looked.Belladonna had always found the game fascinating but she had always watched from a distance for one and only one reason, she didn't have any coin to
Immediately, she felt Lady Kestra's hand pull her up, while she stood in front of her, shielding her. "Go your way." She said lowly to the crowd. That was the first time today, that Belladonna had heard that domineering tone she had always used on her when she had just gotten to the castle. They all left, mumbling between themselves."They don't despise you," Lady Kestra said to her as they walked away from the stall. "Don't feel terrible, they don't hate you."Well that wasn't what she was worried about. In fact, she didn't even know what she had been worried about and she couldn't be exactly sure of what she felt."They are not used to seeing scars. They are horrified that you have so many. It is a good thing though, don't feel somehow, now you have their pity."But she didn't want their pity, neither did knowing that they were horrified of her do anything to make her feel any better. It was only when Lady Kestra stopped that she realized that she had taken them to a Clothing Sto
The room suddenly felt filled up with tension. "You want to know how I won against the Little Performer a while ago?" She asked, trying to diffuse the tension. Belladonna's reply was slow, like as if she was reluctantly pulling herself out of the state of mind Lady Kestra's words had opened her into. Her eyes still staring into Lady's Kestra silver ones. "Ye-s?" "He was a Cheat, so I useddddd...." She moved her fingers along each other like as if she was catching air, her long polished red nails clicking together at the end of it. "Magic," she ended with a raised eyebrow and Belladonna chuckled light-heartedly. She was joking, right? They left the Clothing Store after buying only one dress because she was no mood to shop and Lady Kestra understood that. They would come back some other day, she believed there were some dresses she would really like. The next place they went to was a bar. Belladonna had never tried to get drunk before, seeing what getting drunk usually did t
When next she opened her eyes, it was to the daylight brightness of her room, Raquel's worried eyes and the King's angry ones. Wait, what? The King?What was he doing here and why was he angry?"Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes boring down at her from where he was standing next to her bed.She couldn't hold his gaze though, not after dreaming about him all throughout the night. Not after the last thing he had done to her in her dream. Even though she knew it was just a dream, the feeling still lingered in her veins somehow."Yes, I am, your Majesty.""How dare Kestra make you drink?! What if something had happened to you?! What if it was something you couldn't handle and everything had gone south. What would have become of me?!" His voice thundered.She quickly looked up at him, his eyes were blazing with rage. He was mad at Lady Kestra?"She will be punished for this!"Her heart raced. Was he willing to punish his Right Hand Woman for something as slight as her getting drunk
She nodded, her lips shaking, the feeling heightening, slowly, taking over every single part of her body.But she never got a release.The dream crashed away from her, like falling pieces of art, melting into darkness. Someone shook her roughly once again and her eyes flew open, the bright daylight sun that creeped into the room from the opened curtains was almost blinding her."My Lady, finally you are awake!" Raquel's voice was shaky with worry. "I heard you making some strange sounds in your sleep and I was so worried that you were uncomfortable.""So you woke me up?" She couldn't even contain her anger, it was so plain in her voice. "Hurriedly so," Raquel confirmed with a smile, looking back at her. "So are you---""Yes," she flung her blanket aside, mad.How dare she? Moments ago she had been experiencing something she had never experienced in her whole life, something blissful, wrong yet totally domineering. A moment that she would have wanted to stay in forever if not for how
"I'm going to do some things to you," his lips grazed her ear, his teeth biting her earlobe lightly, including her small ear ring that she had forgotten to take off before falling asleep.She hummed, not really thinking straight.Was this how it felt, to be taken?"Do I have your permis--""Yes, you have my permission. You have everything!"He chuckled darkly, his hands curled around her throat with a little force, restraining her.She gasped."You should have thought twice before giving that answer." His voice was deadly.From no where, there was a blindfold around her eyes.Which didn't make a lot of difference, considering she had already shut her eyes before.Suddenly her back was pushing into the hard bark of a tree behind her. He lifted her up against him, one thigh over his leg, the roughness of his robe grazing the underneath of her warm thigh. The other leg, dangling, not reaching the floor. Her hands raised to his chest, clutching his robes for support. If she had been stand
It was all that filled her mind. All day while Lady Kestra braided her hair and tried to chat with me, while also thanking her for covering up for her to the King some days ago, while she had gone down to the maids for her lunch and they had tried to have a conversation with her, it was all she thought about. She had even gone to the bathroom a couple of times to check all where he had held her tightly in her dreams, just to see if she could feel a little strain or pain but her bias mind wasn't allowing her to get a straight answer. She remembered all those times she had thought she saw something from her dream that always turned out not to be true. Like her dampened hair and rainbow water stained nightgown a few mornings ago.Right now, she was questioning everything.Had it been true? All of it?He had once asked her in her dream if she wanted all these to be true and she had answered in affirmative. So, had he fulfilled her request without her knowing it?Yet that wouldn't mak
Once again, she was in her dream, by the Beach, the usual place. She felt a hand over her stomach, her gown and the leather glove he had on, the only obstruction for his touch. She gulped, fighting that farmilar warm feeling that was already strangely taking over her.This time around she wasn't here for pleasure. She had questions and she needed answers. If she wasn't given, then she had it in mind to take it."You are always leaving hurriedly from me. Do I not please you?" he asked, referring to all the moments she had disappeared on him. "You do. You are my dream, pleasing me is what you do." She said more to herself than to him. He hummed, pushing her hair up so that he trailed kisses to the back of her neck.She shivered, from his touch, his kisses, his everything.He dangled a blindfold in front of her. "Do you trust me?" He asked.The sharp edges of the broken ceramic grazed lightly against the inside of her palm as her grip tightened around it, her eyes on the dangling bl