Party for Dad

I sit up and begin fixing my dress. I don’t bother retying the laces, but I lay the fabric in its correct place. Taran comes in with two glasses of water. I gladly accept the one he offers me and down it.

My legs shake as I stand. Placing my glass on the nightstand, I turn towards the wardrobe where I put my clothes. Just as I reach for the door, I hear Taran’s low voice, “Where are you going, little dove?”

I pause and take a moment to get the smile off my face. Turning back towards Taran, I say, “I’m sorry, your grace, I just needed to move around.”

“Why did you cover yourself, little dove?”

“I-I thought we finished.”

Grabbing the back of my hair, Taran forces me to look at him. His blue eyes pierce into mine. “Did I say we finished?”

“No, your grace,” I responded breathlessly.

Taran smirks, “You must be punished now, little dove.” Grabbing the top of the dress and shift, he easily tears it down the middle. Once it’s low enoug