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until it stopped coming.
    He nodded, out of breath and looking quite red in the face. “You will do nicely, Ella.” He got up and walked out of the room, cock hanging from his trousers and all.
    I reached down and rubbed myself, closing my eyes and seeing my prince’s face between my legs. I writhed on the sheets as I came in a series of violent tremors. It might have been the best release I had ever had.

 
 
 
 

Chapter Six

 
 
    Ironically, the view from the room was of the palace. I could even see the forest’s edge where I suspected the cabin was. The cabin where my heart was still sitting. I could see every aspect of his face, apart from his cheekbones and eyebrows because the mask had hidden them from me. But his lips, jaw, eyes, and hair still had me captive. The way his voice played me like a cello, and the bashful look he got on his face when we started our affair. That look was replaced by what seemed to be confidence and even amusement at my naivety.
    I couldn't help but also think of his cousin. The man with the smile that made me wonder what he had been thinking. A cousin of a prince must have been royalty too. I wished I knew them still, like I had when I was a girl.
    I sat in the window for two days awaiting either rescue or more forced intercourse.
    Neither came. I was a bit disappointed by that. I had hoped for rescue and my nether regions had hoped Hedrick would be back to play, if the prince didn’t come. It was disturbing to think that way, but he was remarkable at making you like deeds you should not.
    No, only Angelique ever entered the room. Drusilla knew I wouldn't have any help from her daughter. I glanced at the puddle she had made thus far with my food as she dumped it on the floor. My mouth and even my eyes were dry. I contemplated eating from the floor several times but I held strong.
    The sound of the lock turning in the door startled me. I would have smiled to see Bethany, but when she entered my lips cracked and bled as I attempted the grin.
    “Oh God’s light, what has she done? Look at the state of you. My sister, you are dying. You have need of water and food. Here, let me help you.” She lifted me off of the floor and carried me to the bed. I felt a sickening sort of hunger, like if I ate I would sick it up immediately. But she sat next to me and spooned small amounts of broth into my chapped lips. She smelled pretty, it was refreshing compared to the stench of the rotting food.
    “You have brought many of your troubles upon yourself. Why did you provoke her? She found you a duchy—you will be higher than she is in status.”
    I glanced at her, weakly. “He is nearly dead and plans to torment me until he does die.”
    She laughed. “But he will die, sister. He will die and you will be left a duchy. Pray that he gets you with child so that you are able to keep the lands and castle.”
    I laughed as well, but my dry throat made it hurt a little. “I pray he dies before I have a chance to wed him.”
    Her laugh was cut short. “Then that will have to take place before tomorrow night. Mother has called for the priest to be at the chapel tonight to bless you and Lord Hedrick before you wed tomorrow. The duke is planning on taking you home by carriage after the ceremony tomorrow.”
    I lost all ability to rationalize or comprehend. I truly was being trapped into a marriage. I truly was going to be sold like cattle to a man who would see me as nothing but a toy. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried to surrender to the fate I had been dealt, I couldn't. My hunger and madness and despair had become too large. A great lump built in my throat and when I tried to speak, it released. I shook with violent sobs and desperate sadness.
    She wrapped her arms around me and held me as I cried, like a babe clinging to her mother.
    She stroked my head. “Come, Mother is frantic right now about the state of the house. The king is searching homes, looking for the lost lady who has