User blog:Ore-samma/My Kikimora

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Ever your servant-

Ore-Samma

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I lowered my head in shame. I was so bad, I failed my master so completely.

“What are we going to do!” Lord Godot shouted upon seeing the letter from the Lizard tribe. “They have my son! I can’t believe how this happened!” He finished slamming his hands down on the desk, causing a vase to fall over that I caught just in time.

I softly stepped to a side table and placed the lamp down and exhaled, holding back tears.

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“Master!” My mother said in a near-whisper. “I have already contacted the garrison. They will be here soon, maybe they will have news?”

“Shut it!” Lord Godot shouted, causing my mother to flinch and back up a few steps. “They have my son! And they have no ransom, no demands! This is an invitation to a wedding between him and their battle-princess!”

“Oh...” My mother whispered and sniffed, wiping away a tear.

“Get out! All of you!” He shouted. After a moment he strode over to the vase I just saved and threw towards- but not at- my mother, smashing it to pieces. “OUT! I forbid you to clean that!” He flashed a glance at me and threw the flowers in my direction. “OUT!”

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We retreated and quickly bundled into each other's arms outside the door and wept.

“Mother! Oh!” I cried out, sniffing a little.

“Now- now- dear child.” My mother cooed. “Your Lord-Father is just upset. He doesn’t mean it.” She lowered to her knees and looked me in the eyes and wiped my cheeks. “Your brother is not going to die, but I am afraid we won’t be seeing him again.” She sniffed.

“There has to be something we can do!” I pleaded, wiping my eyes.

My mother was about to say something, when the midday bell rang; time to start our evening duties.

“Come, Isabella.” She said, rising to her feet and held out my broom. “Our duties await.”

I felt a tremendous tear in my heart between duty and devotion. “But mother!”

“Isabella! Do not lay down your duty to your Lord-Father! He will officially become your master tomorrow!”

I choked back a sob, but nodded and accepted my broom, and with it; my duty. “Yes, mother.” I said, wiping my eyes.

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“Oh look! Are the little dogs upset?” A cruel voice said from behind, “Wanna treat, little doggies? Wanna treat?”

My mother exhaled and turned around in a curtsey, which I quickly followed,

“Milady.” We both said in unison.

I hated my father’s arranged-marriage wife. She was a cold woman from the northern lands who hated the weather here in the south. She hated Mamono. She hated my mother, but most of all-

“You! You, mongrel! You stink like filth! I command you to take a bath, immediately!”

-she hated me.

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I could understand why... her union with my Lord-Father was forced. As was their child (my master) to seal two Noble houses in peace…. but anyone could see that my Lord-Father did not love her, nor did she to him. But despite this mutual dislike they shared for each other, my Lord-Father adored his son; the heir to the lands and holdings…. Him being kidnapped like this could restart the feud between the two families, if not returned.

“Yes, Millady, at once. Forgive my offensive smell.” I said, still holding my curtsey.

“Indeed.” She said, waving her hand in front of her face and bustled off into the room where my Lord-Father was, and I could immediately hear them start screaming at each other.

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“We mustn’t delay/” My mother whispered, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Please, take your bath and rejoin me in the kitchen.” She took my broom and whisked away.

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I bathed, even though I was already clean…. sometimes I wondered what it would be like to lie. To ignore my lady’s command and just say I bathed. She would not know the difference.

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I huffed as I finished drying, dressed and entered the kitchen to find my mother crying.

“Mother!” I called out, startling her. She quickly got back up and retrieved a blackberry pie from the oven

”Isabella!” She said in a startled voice. “That was quick. I am already almost done here.” She sighed and wiped her eyes.

“The other duties have been completed by the other staff.” I reported, accepting my broom back.

“That is good.” My mother sighed, waiting for the pie to cool off and preparing the sweets cart for the finale of the evening meal.

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“Mother! We must do-”

My mother whirled around brandishing her own broom at me. “-Isabella! You will stop this disobedient streak! I know your heart must be broken at the loss of your master, but tomorrow your Lord-Father will become your master. You must accept this- end of story!” She growled.

I shook my head. I would not abandon my master! “Mother! At least-”

She threw her broom down and pointed towards the wall. “-Out!”

I stood there, shocked. My own mother?

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“You heard me! Out! If you cannot dutifully serve your master, then I forbid you from helping me with the sweets cart! You need to have remedial retraining in proper etiquette to be of service to your Lord-Father, and I have no time to teach you at present! They are expecting me. Now….out!”

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I sniffed and turned to the door and quickly left the Estate of my Lord-Father. I often wondered what it would be like to live in the estate with my mother and father. But, ever since I was born, a few days after my brother, the Lady of the house demanded that I not step foot onto the manner, except in the capacity of service.

My father tried to object, but the Lady would have none of it, threatening the dissolvement of their union and restarting the feud between the two families.

I still gritted my teeth, remembering the words she spat at my Father one late night as I finished deep cleaning the fireplace.

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'' It’s bad enough that you rut with that bitch, and that our alliance allotted for her. But I will not suffer to have the spawn of your sickness sleep under the same roof as I! ''

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So I grew up, barely knowing who my Father was, but still serving him as though it was not His union with my mother that brought me into the world.

And yet, my mother told me that my Father had the last laugh, assigning me to be the head maid to my brother, and for him to be my master.

It was a beautiful experience. To fully express my love in service to a man that looked just like my father. But whenever he looked at me, there was this smile he carried that always lit up his eyes. He had an easy-going demeanor that my mother told me was exactly like my Father’s.

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“Bella!”

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I startled at the door to my small quarters outside the estate grounds. I turned my head- “You!” I cried out sweeping my broom and missing the local scoundrel-thief, Locke. “That pie does not belong to you! Get back here!” I cried out, taking another swipe and missing again.

“C’mon, Bella! I brought you some!” He said holding out a place of pie.

“That’s the master’s fine china!” I screeched in alarm! “Stop! Thief!” I cried out swiping and missing again.

Locke, still holding the plate before him, nibbled on his slice of blackberry pie, just barely dodging my sweeping blows, a smug grin on his face, talking to me as if he were conversing about the weather.

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“You know- I heard- something funny- the rumor is- that Heir Godot-” He stopped as I couldn’t swipe anymore, panting from exertion. “Hmmm yummy! -That Heir Godot has been kidnapped by the Lizard tribe.” He finished his slice and licked his fingers. “mmm, scrumptious! There isn’t a finer cook I know of other than you, or your mother!”

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“You!” I swiped again, but this time Locke caught the broom and yanked it from my hands.

“Is it true?”

“Gotcha!” I cried out and pinned Locke to the ground. “You are finally going to be captured by the guards! How dare you steal from my master!”

“Ah- ah- Ah!” Locke said with a smug grin. “If you have the guards throw me in the dungeon, I won’t be able to give you a letter the Heir Godot wrote for you.”

I froze. “You’re lying!” It had to be a lie!

Locke shook his head. “Nope. I even did you a better favor by not opening it! Still sealed with wax, with the Godot Signet ring, and everything!”

I stopped and got up, fully expecting Locke to run away, but he just dusted himself off and handed me the plate of pie again. “First you gotta try this!” He said with a smug grin.

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I pulled my crudely carved wooden spoon from my sleeve pocket and nibbled on a small piece. “It is very delicious.” I murmured.

“You really don’t want anymore?” Locke said with a worried expression.

“Locke, you are essentially asking me to steal food from my master’s table. Please.” I begged.

“You Kikimora, I suppose some things never change.” He pulled out a sealed wax scroll that had the words To Isabella on it.

I eagerly opened the scroll and in it was just two sentences.

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'' Isabella, Locke is a trusted friend of mine. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. ''

'' If you are reading this, I command you to rescue me; trust Locke. ''

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I looked up to Locke who had just finished eating the rest of the pie. “Yummy! What does it say?”

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“No! Again!” Locke said angrily!

“Ha- Ha- Hup- Ha-” I cried out moving my broom in the motions Locke had taught me.

Locke shook his head. “This is hopeless, you’re hopeless!” He sighed, placing his hands on his face and sat down in the horse drawn wagon we were riding to the Lizard Tribe that held my master.

“What’s wrong?” I cried out. “I can fix whatever I’m doing wrong!”

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Locke looked up and just gave an exasperated grunt. “Look, Bella! Your footwork is amazing, your stance is perfect; I don’t understand why you can’t hit me, but for some reason, you just can’t. It’s almost like your flailing that broom around almost like you’re trying to clean…. like you’re…. Like….hmmm...”

He glanced about and looked at the horses pulling the cart. “Hey! Hey Johnny! Lemme use that horse manure!” He said to our cart driver.

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“You kidding me?”

“Nope, I mean it!”

“Ha! Suit yourself!”

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Locke put on his leather glove and dug into the leather pouches attached to the rear of the horses and pulled out a mushy handful. With his other hand, he retrieved more of the pie my mother made and-

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“''What are you doing! You wasteful thief!''” I cried out, almost in tears to see my masters food defiled like that.

“Relax, I think I know the problem!” He held out his hand. “Lemme see your boom.”

I handed my broom and-

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'“NO! STOP!”' I screamed as Locke did something to the bristles and they now caught fire.

“Shut up! Just wait, watch this!” He said with a sly grin. He placed the fouled pie on top of the burning bristles and in no time the concoction started to gurgle and bubble belching forth a sweet-foul-rotting-meat odor.

“Here you go!” Locke said handing me back the broom that barely had any bristles left on it. “Now, did your mother teach you pest control? Especially flying insects, yeah?”

“Y-yes.” I stammered looking at my poor broom.

“Well-” Locke said pointing. “Time to see what you’ve learned.”

I looked up and gasped; giant wasps were starting to descend upon the cart, they wanted the foul mixture.

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No time- I readied my broom and swung-

' Wock- Wack! Smash! Ping! Smack! Bang! '

“Keep at it! Keep at it!” Locke said, his face now fully lit up in delight.

Over and over again I swung my broom, and each time I smacked the insects out of the sky, killing them outright. I dodged, poked, swung and dodged again.

“Locke! I’m getting tired! Help me!” I cried out.

“Allow me!” Locke said with a chuckle and took the broom from my hands, and swept it off the cart.

“Bon appetit’” He called out after the wasps that stopped chasing the cart and focused on the still smoldering pile.

Trembling with exhaustion, I sunk down into my seat and panted. “How? How did you know I would hit them?”

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Locke rubbed his chin and smiled again. “I’ll bet your mother taught you to hit flying insects while they were still in the air, right? To make sure you didn’t damage the house, or splatter their viscera all over the house…. to strike not where they are but where you expect them to be! Right?”

I nodded.

“Well, fighting is exactly like that. You’ve been using that broom like a cleaning instrument. You were sweeping and pushing it at me. However with those wasps, you were striking at their position; big difference! Do more of that, and I think we will be just fine! In fact. You've learned how to smack hands away from foods in the kitchen, right?”

I nodded

Locke's face went euphoric "That's PERFECT!" He crowed. "Just imagine." He stopped and shouted back to our driver. "Hey, lemme see your horse crop!"

He wielded it against me, and started thrusting which I now instinctively whacked him on his weapon hand as I would do to naughty servants trying to sample the kitchen food. "Now- just- keep imagining- I'm, OW that hurt... that I'm trying- trying- to get- the- FOOD! OW OW OW!"  He dropped the crop and placed his fingers in his mouth, still grinning.

“Locke, why are you teaching me combat?” I asked.

Locke tsked his tongue and wagged his finger. “If I tell you, you won’t be able to do what’s needed when the time comes.” His grin returned. “Trust me; your master commanded it.” He finished with an exaggerated voice.

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“Would you look at that!” Locke whistled. “I’ve never seen a Lizard wedding before. Look at all the treasure and stuff they have!”

“There he is!” I whispered excitedly, seeing my master held by spear point next to a oafish lizard woman.

“Yep!” Locke said and blew a sigh. “And you’re gonna need to distract-  *ahem*  make your move real soon.”

“What do you mean?”

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' “Is there anyone who objects to this union? Let them speak now, and prepare themselves for combat!” '

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I groaned, this was it. What was supposed to be a pleasant day of hunting, now turned out to be a three-day ordeal of being paired up with the Princess of the Lizard tribe.

I sighed, wishing I could see Isabella’s face one more time… she-

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“I OBJECT!” a voice called out, gathering a collective gasp.

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“Isabella!” I cried out. What was she doing here? How did she get here? The Lizard tribe looked at Isabella and started to roar with laughter. They jeered, pointed and laughed, not even bothering to draw their weapons as Isabella made her way to the platform and faced the Lizard Princess.

“But seriously,” The Queen chortled. “Does anyone else object to this union?”

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“I will not be denied! He is my master! And I challenge you!”

“You’re serious? You’re actually serious, aren’t you?” The Princess scoffed as she drew her sword. “Ah well. I suppose I could use a warm up before my wedding night!”

I shook my head, “Isabella! You-” I was stopped by the Lizard Queen clasping her hand on my mouth.

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 “Quiet!”  She hissed.

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The Lizard tribe burst with a collective laugh as Isabella brandished her burnt broom against the Princess’s trophy sword. But as the fight began, it soon became apparent that the fight would not be quick or easy.

Parry after parry, swing, dodge and counter; Isabella was keeping up with the Lizard Princess with an almost effortless flair. She even landed several nasty blows against her, always striking her hand, until-

“Ouch! What is the meaning of this!” The Princess shouted, holding her hand- her sword clattering to the ground drawing a collective gasp from the gathered group, which then ruptured into outraged screaming.

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“SILENCE!” The Lizard Queen thundered. “My Daughter! You are beaten, stand down!”

“Mother!” The Princess protested “She is not-” She stopped upon seeing her mother’s face.

I watched Isabella fall to one knee, panting. The Queen walked over and went to one knee as well and brought Isabella to stand with her. “In all my years, I have not seen this level of bravery. You have beaten my daughter, and paused this wedding. But I say now; by what right do you claim this human?”

“He is my master!” Isabella cried out. “He commanded me to save him!”

What? I thought, confused, I didn’t command her, what is she talking about?

“So, you do not declare your love for him? What stops him from being your master, even if he is wed to my daughter?”

Isabella’s jaw dropped, her eyes began to water.

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The Queen let go of Isabella and moved to stand behind me, placing her face next to mine. “The wedding will continue, unless you… here and now… are married to this human. He is unclaimed by human or Mamono, and you being his servant, and he your master does not mean you are his wife.”

She whispered in my ear, hissing a little. '“And you, human. Be ssssilent. Sssshe isss the only one who hasss the right to claim you, sssseeing assss you never have. Unlessss ssshe marriesss you, my daughter will have you yet!”'

Isabella’s face turned pink, then red, then crimson, then purple. “I- I- I claim my Lord William Godot as my rightful h-h-husband!” She stammered.

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The Queen let out a disappointed breath and shouted out. “Initiate her! And continue the ssseremony!”

A collective roar that even the Princess joined, rose from the crowd as they surged forward and seized Isabella and dragged her off to a tent, kicking and screaming for my help.

''“Ssssit tight, human. Your wife will be join usss sssssoon.”''

“You’d better not hurt her!” I shouted.

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The Queen shrugged, “We won’t hurt her…. Much…. Itsss just that we refuse to acknowledge a defeat by a mere ssservant-girl. With a fiery determination like that, at sssome point sshe must have had lizard blood in her veinss. And sso, we are now initiating her into our tribe. She will always be welcome here, as will you!” She finished with a smile.

In no time, Isabella re-appeared. Now dressed in a skimpy loincloth, and a small band of fabric over her breasts. Her face was still a deep violet that now had….

“Is that a tattoo?” I breathed looking at the new addition to her face, at the border of her right cheekbone that looked similar to the rest of the tribe.

“Do you like it?” The Queen asked.

“Well, um.”

“Good, cause you’re about to get a matching one, right now!”

I felt several hands grab at me, tearing my clothes from my body, hearing the excited squeals of the Lizardwomen, feeling a blade coated in a green dye cutting at my face just below my left eye and more dye being rubbed in.

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 “Look at his body!” 

 “I’m sooo jealous!” 

'' “Yeah me too! But over our newest sister’s fighting skill! Who knew you could do that with only a mop handle?” ''

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In the chaos, I caught Isabella’s horrified face. “M-m-master...” Isabella whimpered. “P-p-please forgive me!”

“Enough!” The Queen shouted, and motioned with her hand.

The crowd pushed us together and reperformed the ceremony, now bereft of the allowance of someone to challenge the union and before we knew it, we were shoved into a tent and told we were not allowed to leave until our union was consummated.

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“And don’t make us come in and watch!” The guard said, snatching Isabella’s loin cloth and top away and shut the flap

“Master...” Isabella whispered, trying to cover her naked body; tears streaming down her purple face.

“Hey, call me William. We’re married now, you know?”

'' “It-it- it would be so improper! Oh! This is not how a servant should present herself before her master!” ''

“Well,” I said nearing Isabella, taking a certain delight on how she shuffled a little bit away from me. “It’s a good thing you’re my wife now.” I finished as I brought my lips to hers.

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She stiffened and protested once I broke the kiss. “B-but… we share the same father! We-”

“I don’t care. I’ve always wanted you. Now, you’re mine.”

Isabella gasped and stopped trying to hide her body and wrapped her arms around me. I reveled in feeling her soft feathers and skin against my body. Her breasts pushing against my chest, her vulnerable stomach against my hardened flesh. Our tongues met and she lost all strength in her knees and fell upon a mound of pillows and blankets, pulling me with her.

Isabella panted, and brought her legs around my body and pulled me down, and into her body.

She gasped, keeping eye contact as tears flowed freely upon her cheeks. She stuck out her tongue and pulled my face back down, to drown in her kisses, and tickled all over by her patches of feathers.

Our motions quickly went from a lazy motion to a frenzied, feverish pitching and heaving. I felt a boiling heat within my entire body.

“Mas- William! Please, cum inside!” Isabella cried out “Oh! Please! Give it to me!”

The heat reached an unbearable peak, seemed to flow into Isabella’s eager womb, pulse after twitch after pulse.

I rolled off her, feeling light headed and surprised to see Isabella kneeling over me.

“Stay-” She whispered. “Let me attend to you.” She breathed, taking in my flesh into her mouth, cleaning licking, dancing her tongue around me, one hand massaging me below, while the other caressed my stomach.

I felt the climax draw near again….. Again another senseless boiling heat filled my body that emptied into Isabella’s waiting throat as she made eager swallowing sounds, and moans.

Afterwards, she then moved her tongue over my whole body, seeming to want to wick away every drop of sweat, using her feathers in a drying motion, causing me to shiver and pant.

I became hard again, and Isabella settled on top and placed her hands on my chest, rocking back and forth, grunting and moaning, digging her nails into my chest and biting her lip.

I reached forward, just as the last climax drew near, grabbing her hair and pulled her back burning my tongue in her throat.

Both of our bodies seized together and she collapsed upon me.

We held and cuddled together, hearing the wedding celebration fade along with our consciousness.

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“Just remember.” The Lizard Queen said with a happy smile. “You two, are one of us now. You are welcome back anytime! Please do not forget us. You may not know this, but you need us as much as we need you now. We are your family. We will always accept you.”

I glanced at the Princess I defeated in battle. She gave a small smile and a curt nod. “Well fought sister. I should have expected to lose to a woman whose love is that strong. There is no shame to recognize you as a fine warrior…. Just come back and teach me how you did that, okay?”

I felt my face burn, but I felt an instinct tug at my heart and I dismounted the horse they allowed us to borrow.

“Sister,” I said, holding out my broom. “For you, and I promise I will teach you.”

The gathered Lizardwomen gave an approving chuckle as the Princess accepted the gift.

“Before you go,” The Queen said, looking at William. “I have one thing to give you, and a message.”

“Yes?”

“Remind your mother that she lives within mamono lands. She will know what that means.” She said, handing William a necklace.

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Our return back to the manner was a joyous event.

My Lord-Father was overjoyed when he saw us both. He listened to the story of me rescuing his son and took me into his arms, declaring me to be his twice-fold daughter. I saw so much of my husband in him now, his smile was just like William’s smile, and I felt this emptiness fulfill when he declared that I would forever have a place in his home…. Which was now my home too.

My mother was just beside herself with happiness, but she held it in… giving me a slightly scandalous look at my smiling face. I already knew what she would tell me in private, that such displays of joy were unsightly for a servant to a master.

And my Lord-Father’s wife slightly paled to the Lizard Queen’s message and present. She looked at me and just said one sentence.

“Let’s just keep out of each other’s way.”

I nodded, the hurt, hate, anger, and loneliness I felt was gone. Replaced by the security I felt in Williams’ arms. The warmth of his love, and the softness of his bed.

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“Hey, Isabella?” William asked later that night.

“Yes?”

“You said to the Queen that I commanded you to rescue me.”

“Yes, you did… didn’t you? I saw your letter.”

William’s brow furrowed….”What letter?”

We stared at each other for a few moments, when I heard a distant crash and my mother crying out.

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' “Stop! Thief!” '