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Firewalk with Me (Madam Mim x EvelynWillows)

King Alastair remained calm as Althea choked and sputtered into her teacup. He had interrogated many people in his lifetime and he could tell that he had hit a nerve with the line of questioning. Once she was mostly recovered he handed her a white linen to tidy herself with.

"My dear, I am sure that I am not the first to think of such things. But what would you think if you were raped, and the rapist decided he wanted parental rights? What if it was after the child was ten, or fifteen years old and had been raised by your husband? Or would you simply take a tonic once you discovered that there was life inside of you and wash that child out of your womb?" He took a sip of his tea and then cut a strawberry in half before taking a bite.

"These are all important things to consider. Insofar as class and nobility, it matters to many who the child was sired by. Some inheritances cannot be passed down to children of illegitimate birth, and though I am king, if I tried to knight a commoner there would be hell to pay once my noblemen found out about it." He gave her a kind smile that as just this side of apologetic. "These are all things that a future queen must dwell upon. You do not want such a diploma to come up and be caught unawares."
 
Althea thanked King Alastair quietly and tidied up her mouth. As she did so, she considered his question. Edward would surely want his rights as a father, but she would never allow it. As far as her son was concerned, the king would be his father end of story. And killing the child in the womb wasn't an option, either, though she understood why some women might see it that way.

"A man who isn't responsible enough to control his own baser urges is far from capable of raising a child," she said slowly. "He has no right to any children he sires, even if those children are given up to other family or to orphanages for their care. Yet another reason we must determine whether this woman's children were conceived consensually and by whom."

After some thought over the issue of inheritance, the princess made a face. The rapist deserved to have everything taken from him...but it didn't follow current legacy laws. She disliked disenfranchising abused women like herself, however, and tried to think of a way to make it fair.

"If it's found to be rape and the woman is of greater or equal status to the man, then the man has nothing to do with the children nor them with him. They will inherit their mother or stepfather's estate and the rapist is to pay nothing but years of his life in jail. But if he's of greater status than the woman, in addition to serving a sentence he's to pay the woman a percentage to help raise the children and leave at least a quarter of his estate to them. Failure to do so would result in more jail time and forcible seizure of assets." She looked up at the king. "Does that sound fair, sire? Worded appropriately politically?" She chuckled a little at the half-joke. She felt like she really had sounded like a legal document and just had to make fun of herself for it.
 
The king smiled at her. She had offered some good ideas, and he found himself proud of her sharp mind and compassionate heart. But...she was still naive, and though he found her utterly charming he also knew that young naivety could lead to mature regrets.

"You will make a fine queen one day, my darling Althea. I'm quite impressed with how quickly you were able to look at different sides of the situation and consider multiple solutions. Indeed, the difficulty in rules and laws are that they must be written so stringently that oftentimes the heart of the law is lost to the jargon." He leaned back and considered her as he nibbled on a piece of cheese.

"You've mentioned several times that we need to find out if the conception was conceived consensually. That makes me wonder what you would consider of the children of a couple in which the woman was of lesser birth and forced, albeit through circumstance and not by brutality, to lay with a man who she has no love for? Would that be considered rape in your mind?"
 
Althea found herself grinning at the king's praise. She was quickly becoming fond of him and seeking his approval, almost like a father or uncle figure. She wiped a bit of dripping strawberry juice from her chin and had to think harder on his newest question. That one truly was a conundrum. Was there a right answer?

"I suppose it depends," she said finally. "If he threatened her in some way, bribed, or blackmailed her, then it is rape. But if she seduced him, married him for his assets, or is a street walker, then it isn't because it was her choice. They were both consenting adults."

Althea finished her tea before continuing. "After all, if we ruled women sleeping with men out of force of circumstance, we'd have to outlaw prostitution."
 
King Alastair gave a surprised chuckled and leaned back in his chair, a favorite position when he was reassessing her. "As a matter of fact, my dear, prostitution is illegal in our kingdom. Sex outside of marriage if frowned upon and highly discouraged, though certain sects still practice it as part of their rites." He shook his head and scoffed lightly as he leaned back towards the table. "Those sects have many who follow the practice in the spring and autumn...donating great sums of money to be 'loyal' followers during festival times."

The king rubbed his face with one hand as if already weary from the day. "Ah but that is a discussion for another day. You and I should fins our way to the receiving hall for your first audience with your future subjects." He put a hand over hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze before releasing her small hand. "I'm very glad you're the one I'll be trusting my country's future to."
 
Althea raised her eyebrows in surprise when her affianced pointed out that prostitution was illegal here. "Really? Well I mean, of course Highchester isn't immoral or anything! Union outside of marriage is discouraged there too, obviously. But my father went the more...practical route. He figured prostitution would exist whether it was legal or not; so long as it's legal and strictly regulated, with taxes on the brothels and mandatory doctor checkups every month, everyone stays healthy and safe. For instance, if a prostitute is harmed by a client she wouldn't be afraid to go to the authorities. Prices are regulated and competition promotes a healthy economy, particularly in towns that don't have many other resources."

Althea took the hint, however, to stop talking about it. Clearly it was something they didn't see eye-to-eye on. She smiled at his compliment and took his hand to stand and follow him to hear the testimonies of his subjects. Would they welcome her as queen? Or would they see her as just another outsider?

"I'm very glad you find me worthy of being trusted with its future," she returned with a small smile. Butterflies fluttered in her chest as they approached the throne room. She was becoming nervous in the face of judgement of her subjects.
 
The throne room wasn't unfamiliar to Althea, though the path King Alastair took her to get through it via secret tunnels and false walls were reminiscent of the foreknowledge Jacques had seemed to have regarding secret tunnels in old castles. When they got to within hearing distance of the throne room the king cautioned her not to lean against a section of the wall. He pointed to a spot on the inside surface where a tiny handprint was still visible on the stone.

“Alec. He made that print a week before he was lost. “The kind smiled softly. “He was always hiding in the strangest of places. I almost wonder if he sneaked onto Anna’s carriage without her knowledge that day she went to meet the Duke. I don’t think she meant to take him with her that day.”

He took Althea by the hand. “Well, it’s done. We have another man’s fate to consider today.” They went into an antechamber that flanked the throne room. The king showed Althea a ‘window’ that he had that allowed them to see the audience without being seen. “It’s a large crowd,” he said. “I’m certain that you will do just fine. Are you ready my dear?”
 
Althea followed her betrothed through the hidden passages, strongly reminded of her time with Jacques in Manchester. Whistfully she longed for that day and wished he'd allowed things to go further. Though King Alastair wasn't as old and ugly as she'd been led to believe, she still wished she could give her virginity to Jacques and not him.

The princess smiled sadly at the little handprint. She couldn't imagine losing a child the way the king had. It was both endearing and heart-breaking that he had preserved the little memory all these years.

Althea took a deep breath when asked if she was ready. "No," she answered honestly, shaking her head. "But I have to do it some time."
 
He took her by the hand and nodded, his lips curling up into a shallow smile. As he led her through the door the entire room stood. A hushed sound washed over the audience as they beheld their future queen. Though she was dressed in 'simple' attire Althea glowed in the presence of her betrothed. The room bowed as the royal couple made their way to the matching thrones, flanked by golden statues of lions and pagan gods and goddesses.

Once the couple were seated the room ended their bows and returned to either sitting or standing, depending on their station. The first few petitioners went through rather easily.

Then came the wealthy woman who wanted to release her slave and send him back across the borders. She was a stern looking woman, nearing forty years old and trussed to perfection by her servants. Her golden hair was braided tightly above her head and spun around threads of metallic silver and blue that matched the elaborate dress she wore. She was pulling a slave behind her and the look the slave was giving her could have melted metal. He was slightly younger, maybe in his late thirties. He was slim, though not weak, and his eyes were angry and hurt. There was no love between himself and his Mistress, though, and it was apparent that there never had been. The two guards to either side of the slave was keeping him in line though they carried no weapons in the presence of the king. Still, they did not look upon their employer with any less animosity.

The wealthy woman curtsied to the king, jerking her slave forward.

"Good morning, Lady Daughtry." King Alastair inclined his head to her as he looked over his notes.

"Good Morning Your Highness." She smiled through painted lips. "I hope that you've come to a conclusion and will allow me to deport this worthless slave, as well as deny any claims he may lay upon my children."

The King smiled. "I would like to introduce you to my betrothed, Princess Althea. She has a few questions that needs to be answered before we decide the fate of her countryman."
 
Althea was used to people bowing to her, but not like this. Not the entire room, just because she had walked into a room when there was no banquet. Leaning gently on King Alastair's arm to steady her nerves, she followed his lead as the crowd parted for them. Fortunately, the first few petitions were fairly mundane. Nothing she hadn't watched her father deal with before, though she was glad the king dealt with them.

"Good morning, Lady Daughtry," the princess greeted her with a soft but strong voice and a warm smile. This woman was clearly used to getting her way, and may be a force to be reckoned with if the king made a decision she didn't like. Althea was perfectly aware that she would in all likelihood be blamed if this were the case.

"I would like to make it clear here and now that I look upon the people in this case not as my countryman or my future subject, nor as nobility or slave, but as people. As fellow travelers to the grave; nothing more, nothing less." Althea sat up straighter and leaned forward slightly. "That being said, the questions I need to ask you are of a rather private manner, so I will give you the option of a private audience."

Once the noblewoman had made her decision, the princess leveled her gaze to meet the older woman's evenly. "My first question for you, Lady Daughtry, is the manner in which your children were conceived. That is, were either one of you under force or duress?" She waited patiently for an answer, also watching the slave's reaction to his mistress's answer.
 
The grand Lady Daughtry had the nerve to look insulted at Princess Althea's line of questioning. She gasped and put a lace-covered hand to her ample and well-supported breasts. "I have NEVER had to force anyone into my bed, and certainly not this slave! He came willingly...again and again and again." She raised her chin triumphantly and looked at the future queen as if staring down an insolent child.

Her hand jerked on the leash around her slave's neck and nearly dropped him to his knees. As he stepped closer to catch his balance it was apparent that his neck was scared and bleeding from chafing from his collar. His jaw twitched and the muscles on his forearms tensed, as if wanting desperately to wrap around the Lady's neck and snap it in two.

The king cleared his throat and leaned forward. "As you answer these questions, Lady Daughtry, remember whom it is you are speaking to. I will not tolerate the semblance of disrespect towards the future queen of Ellington."

"Of course, your Grace. I apologize." She curtsied demurely and fluttered her eyelashes as if emotionally distraught that her actions might have been misconstrued as disrespectful.

"Then answer the question simply," King Alastair said. His voice rang with the utmost patience towards one of his subjects. "Were either of you under force or duress?"

The lady blinked several times. "No, Your Highness. It was mutual consent."
 
Althea sat up straighter and raised her chin slightly to meet Lady Daughtry's gaze, refusing to back down. If it was a battle of wills she wanted, the woman had no idea who she was up against. Althea was polite, but as much as she hated politics she had learned how to play them. Her father was, she had to admit, a very good politician and she had learned well from him. As a younger teenager, she had often used his own tactics against him to get what she wanted.

"Lady Daughtry, I will ask you to please not pull on that leash while you are in this court," she said in a soft but strong voice, ignoring her apology. "If it was of mutual consent, then the children are as much his as they are yours, madam. But mutuality may have only been your perception, if I may be so bold as to suggest it."

Althea stared unblinkingly at Lady Daughtry for a few moments before raising her gaze to the slave. "What say you? Was it mutual consent, Mister...?" She waited for him to fill in his name, then give his answer.
 
Lady Daughtry seemed to raise her chin slightly and narrowed her gaze. She did not expect to be cross-examined today, and especially not by the king's little 'consort'. She glanced over at her slave as if to warn him against being slow or causing her to need to pull on the leash again.

He raised his eyes to the queen. After a moment's hesitation he spoke. "I am not permitted a name, your highness, but yes. It was mutual."

The lady smiled smugly.

Something in the slave's eyes bespoke of more; that there was more to mutual consent, but he was not to speak further. He dropped his eyes and waited for the judgement to fall upon his back.

There's more, the king's voice spoke quietly in Aletha's mind. Keep pressing. You're doing well. He smiled at her and nodded slightly to show his approval of how well she had done so far.
 
Althea carefully looked over the pair. She sensed that not everything was being told. She tried to keep from jumping in surprise when King Alastair's voice spoke quietly in her head. Well, that was...disturbing to say the least. She found herself mentally scrambling to close doors while trying to keep her mind open to his voice only. Althea leaned forward very slightly to examine the two of them.

"Your Grace, half-truths are still half-lies," she reminded the older woman calmly, "and I sense not everything is being told here. Leave your guards here but please excuse us for a few moments. We will send for you in a few minutes, your ladyship."

Althea waited for the woman to comply, whether voluntarily or by force, before turning her gaze to the slave. "All born of Highchester are permitted a name," she said calmly, not blinking as she looked over him. "Tell me your name, sir. Then tell me what it is you are not telling me." Her tone wasn't stern, it hadn't been since the beginning of the audience. Still, it carried a quiet sort of authority to encourage him to come forward with the truth.
 
Lady Daughtry seemed insulted at the mention that half-truths were also half-lies. "I... but... your highness!" She looked almost chagrined at the future queen's instructions, but then she released the slave's leash and curtsied before turning and leaving the audience chamber amidst murmurings from the audience. She tried desperately to maintain her dignity as her footsteps carried her away. Many looked after her, though, and whispered behind their fans and gloved hands.

When Lady Daughtry left, the man finally raised his eyes and looked at the king and his future queen. "Thank you," he said, seeming to appreciate the absence of his owner like someone who is drowning might appreciate air. "My name is Cedric Bunyard, your highness. I was captured four years ago in the charge on Golden Valley."

He seemed a bit chagrined at the next part but the princess had asked him to tell her what was being kept private. After clearing his throat several times in an effort to speak, he finally found his voice again. "She told me that she would reduce my slavery by a week for every time we were together. I wanted to get back to my unit, and eventually, my family. It seemed like a good trade."


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Althea found immense pleasure in the Lady's reaction to her instruction. It was nice to know: royalty trumped nobility, and now it didn't matter whose daughter she was, she was future royalty. The haughty woman had to obey. She tried not to let the power go to her head, but she did allow herself a tiny bit of smugness.

"Thank you, Your Ladyship," Althea said kindly with a small smile. Once the lady was out she looked to the man. When he told her who he was, she covered her mouth with both hands and tears sprung to her eyes. She knew the name instantly.

"Oh God..." she murmured behind her hands before scooting to the edge of her chair. "Cedric Bunyard...God..." She shook her head before lowering her hands and speaking up. "Mr. Bunyard, I know your family. I was with Sir...your commanding officer when he handed out pensions. My lady in waiting comforted your, er, widow. She is faithful to you, sir, and should you and your wife's blessing be on it your youngest son has been offered an apprenticeship when he comes of age."

There was hope! There was a God! Althea's faith was restored somewhat. Regaining her composure, she took a deep breath and leveled her gaze to Cedric.

"Mr. Bunyard, what you have done for your freedom is between you and your wife. Judgment from here out rests on my next question: do you mean to retain your rights to the children you have sired of Lady Daughtry?" Althea's heart turned backflips, thrilled she could finally do something to actually help and make a difference in the world.
 
His hand went to his heart. "Jill? You saw her?" When the future queen said that he had a son he nearly buckled. He hadn't a son when he left, only two daughters. But he had one now. He heard Althea say that his wife had been faithful, and from the time he'd left, it would have been reasonable to think that a son sired seven years ago would be old enough now to be offered such a thing.

"Mr. Bunyard, what you have done for your freedom is between you and your wife. Judgment from here out rests on my next question: do you mean to retain your rights to the children you have sired of Lady Daughtry?"

He looked at her as if he was hearing her from a great distance. Cedric nodded. "Yes, yes your majesty. I love my children." His voice cracked. "All of them."

The king was regarding Althea with great interest. He saw the passion in her reaction to this man and wondered what the story had been with her and Cedric Bunyard's commanding officer.
 
Althea saw the look on Cedric's face when she told him of his son. It hadn't struck her that he wouldn't know of his son, sired before the war. She covered her mouth again.

"I have," she answered his question. "She and your two daughters and son are all alive and healthy, though they struggle without you. Of course we cannot force you to go anywhere, but I do encourage you to go back to them. Although, it seems as though you don't need such encouragement." She looked at the guards. "Please escort Lady Daughtry back in."

After looking to King Alastair for approval, once the duchess was back in she looked at the appalling woman. "Lady Daughtry, you wish to be free of your slave and you shall," she said in a clear, loud tone. "Cedric Bunyard, you are hereby released from the servitude of the house of Daughtry. Strangers are not treated kindly and are looked upon with suspicion and mistrust. You have other options to live and so will not be given support or protection from the crown in this regard beyond that of any other citizen; any hazard you risk as a stranger in this land is upon you. You are free to return to Highchester or to stay here, or to bring your family from Highchester to here. That is between you and your family."

The Princess turned her gaze onto the Duchess. "Lady Daughtry you have both admitted to your children being sired of mutual consent by this man before us, Cedric Bunyard. Therefore he has as much right to his children as you to yours, particularly since he is no longer a slave. You no longer wish him to be in your service and so he is a free man in the kingdom legally. If you do not wish him to live on your premises then of course he must live elsewhere. Under penalty of fine and, in case of multiple in fractions, jailing and possible forfeiture of part of your estates to the Bunyards, you are hereby ordered to allow Cedric Bunyard to visit his children at least one day of the week without your supervision should he wish."

Althea shifted in her seat slightly. "When each child comes to thirteen years of age, they may choose with whom they wish to live. This decision will decide which estate they inherit upon their parents' death. Should you marry and inherit part of your husband's estate, so shall the children who choose to reside with you. Release him." This was directed toward the guards keeping Bunyard in line. "He is no longer a slave, these chains are unnecessary."

Althea waited for him to be released before looking at the two of them. "Any questions?"
 
The slave's shoulders seemed to fall at the words "You have other options to live and so will not be given support or protection from the crown in this regard beyond that of any other citizen; any hazard you risk as a stranger in this land is upon you." He had only the clothes he wore, he was a foreigner, and now he was the enemy of a powerful Lady of the court, not to mention the anger that her husband would have over the ordeal. In short... he was a dead man. His eyes smouldered as the manacles were unlocked from his body.

Lady Daughtry shook her head at the Princess' question and curtsied. "Thank you, your highness. Thank you." She glared at her former slave and walked out of the chambers, her head held defiantly high.

Cedric shook his head as well. "Thank you," he said quietly, waiting for the king's dismissal. King Alastair nodded to the man, releasing him. As he made his way through the crowds towards the door a cloaked figure approached him and placed a hand on the man's back, speaking quietly. From where she sat, Althea could tell that after a brief moment the man recognized his new companion. His expression went from defeat to surprise to happiness and hope, all in the matter of a few seconds.

Jacques glanced over his shoulder and briefly locked eyes with King Alastair and his future queen before guiding his man out of the hall. Even still, he was looking out for the men in his unit. Althea could almost feel the gratitude in Jacques' heart as he led Cedric out to patch his life back together.

There were a few more cases to hear. Those went easily and without much drama, merely requiring clarification and an interpretation of the intent of the law. Once the hearings were complete for the day the King asked Althea if she might want to rest that afternoon rather than have lunch with him. "You did very well today, my dear. I now have the utmost confidence that whatever you lack in experience will be made up in compassion. The kingdom will be in good hands with you as it's queen." He smiled honestly at her, his grey-blue eyes sparkling. With a small chuckled he leaned nearer and chuckled as if sharing a very, very private joke. "Your future husband is a lucky man, Althea."
 
Althea inclined her head silently at Lady Daughtry, not giving her the dignity of a reply. She didn't hold a very high opinion of this woman. The princess had seen Cedric's shoulders fall at her judgment and her heart fell, too, but there was nothing she could do. That was really the most fair way to deal with it all. She nodded to him as well when he thanked her.

"God speed, Cedric Bunyard," she said quietly to him. "Go home, sir; your wife misses you very much."

Althea watched the cloaked figure in the back as he quietly exchanged words with the newly-freed man. Her heart lifted when Cedric recognized his commander and she had to work very hard to keep herself from grinning. Jacques was giving him help; she was so grateful! When he looked back at her and King Alastair she gave him the slightest of nods.

Althea agreed to have lunch with the king, but begged his indulgence to leave the rest of the afternoon to herself; the morning had been rather tiring to her.

"Thank you, sire," she said with a smile as he complimented her. She sat up a little straighter, basking in his approval. She chuckled nervously when he mentioned her future husband, unsure whether he meant himself or the unseen lost son she was to marry. "Well, I'm a very lucky woman Your Highness."
 
King Alastair was pleasant company for lunch, but it was quick and not taken in the garden room. Instead, he brought her to his library again, where they had breakfast, and they had a simple sandwich whilst he showed her the organization of the room and invited her to use it as she saw fit. "As I said before, Princess Althea, the castle is yours to explore, sans 'that' floor." He looked at her meaningfully; the floor where she had encountered the tortured soul of his previous wife was the only place he forbade her to wander.

Once lunch was done he excused himself to attend to his duties and bade her a good day. The day was still cool, as the snow seemed to hover just on the other side of winter. The crocus were starting to bloom, which signaled that Spring was near.

The garden had small sprigs of grass begin to pop up out of the snow as well. The fire was going in the greenhouse as evidenced by the smoke puffing out of the little stove pipe, and if Althea were to look, she might see that there were people inside of the structure. But.... if she were to wander too far away from the king she might also bump into the one person she thought that she had been able to get rid of...

Her brother, Edward.

He sat on a window ledge near her 'usual' exit to the garden and feigned reading a book. In truth, he was biding his time and waiting for his sister. It had been a long time since they had 'talked', and he missed her. He missed her smile, and her lips, and the way her body felt under his hands.... yes, he needed to see her again. It had been far too long since they had shared any intimate... conversation... as brother and sister. That needed to be fixed.
 
Althea munched quietly on her sandwich while she was shown the way the library was organized. It was beautiful and nothing at all like her father's library. It was bright and full of more than just dusty old tomes on long dead kings. She was looking forward to secretly pilfering two or three to add to her own once it got to Ellington.

After lunch Althea nearly skipped up the stairs to get changed into warmer clothes. Apollo bounded in circles around her and she laughed. "Hold still, you!" she laughed, struggling to get the leash tied around the loop in the big dog's collar. When she finally had it tied Apollo nearly pulled her down the stairs. He'd been let out earlier that morning to pee, but not since, and he knew there were maybe only a few weeks left for a good romp in the snow.

Althea ran out laughing, being pulled by the German Shepherd. So elated was she in her first queenly victory and Apollo's good spirits that she didn't even notice her brother waiting for her.
 
It was fair to say that Apollo noticed Edward first. Or at least, he was reminded of a human he disliked, and the scent was nearly lost in leather and oil and snow... but it was there. He nearly pulled Althea past the quiet human when he recognized the smell and growled.

Sir Edward set aside the book and stood, his height and wide shoulders blocking the light from the window. "Althea." His lips curved but the smile ended below his eyes. "How lovely you look... so vibrant and alive. This colder climate agrees with you, I see." He reached out and touched her arm to stop her. "I might come to think that you didn't miss me at all, except that I know there are people back home that you certainly still feel responsible for." His eyebrows raised suggestively. "Wouldn't it be a shame if they didn't make it to your wedding dear sister?" He leaned against the door and swung his foot at Apollo to shoo him away.

"You can let a servant walk your hound. You and I... we have some catching up to do."
 
Althea frowned when her faithful dog growled. "Apollo, what's--?" But she didn't even need to finish her sentence. At the sound of her brother's voice saying her name a chill ran down her back. She turned around, but shied away at his touch.

"Edward..." But she knew it was useless. Tears filled her eyes and she looked away from him before kneeling down and untying the leash from Apollo's collar. "Go on, Apollo," she said quietly. Apollo whined in protest, knowing his Mistress wanted protection. Around this man, however, he usually felt powerless no matter how hard he tried. "Go be a good boy. Go warm up in the greenhouse, hmm? Maybe the gardener has something for you." Althea knew he was a smart dog, but she didn't know if he was smart enough to understand human code. Mentally she begged him, in case he was her familiar, to go find Jacques to let him know something was wrong. "Go on."

She stood and straightened and looked at Edward. Swallowing hard, a few tears managed to escape and roll down her cheeks. "Please, Edward...don't..."
 
"Oh, I think you should be saying 'Please Edward, yes'." He leaned forward and lowered his voice as he smiled to her. He put a hand behind her back and pulled against the curve of her body until he had brought her flush against him. He had already grown hard, and his phalax laid against his hip and pressed her stomach as he held her in place. "I know you must have missed me, wondered where I was, when I'd be back to hold you..." His greedy, green eyes trailed over her face. With a smirk he put his lips next to her ear and whispered hotly "You didn't think I'd leave you all alone did you?"

His hand traveled down and cupped her ass through the fabric of her dress. His fingers dug in painfully as he ground his manhood against her stomach. "I have a room, all tucked in at the Corner Tavern, where you and I can play tonight. You'll be there two hours after sunset every night unless I release you, darling Sister, or your nursemaid, your friends, and your damn dog will meet very untimely and unpleasant ends. Do you understand?"

Edward's other hand traveled up her bodice and rubbed across her breasts. He squeezed them possessively as he watched the emotions flicker across her face. She was quite lovely, he thought, especially when she had her lips wrapped around his cock and she was sliding her sweet mouth over his skin.... so very lovely. He wanted to feel her body grow wet at his touch and to taste the plump arousal of her sex. His tongue longed to dart across the flat surface of her hardened nipple right before he pulled it into his mouth. With an ache he knew that the tip of his manhood was already beaded with anticipation of all the things he would do with her that night.
 
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