Elena turned on her bed, the man was lying beside her fast asleep. She had just finished one of her best sex making ever. This was why she never turned him down whenever she came back for it even though she was bethrothed and mated to Arthur. The sex between them was too beautiful to let go and no matter how many times she told herself that it would be the last time and all of that, it was always a lie, she knows that deep down and can't help but pray that she just doesn't come across him when she gets married to the king because should that happen and she falls into his trap again, it was a killing offence.
She yawned as her eyes went to where Winifred was tied. She wanted to see if she had regained her consciousness, and she was ready to spit in her face and do all sorts before she finally gets killed but something else met her eyes. Winifred was gone, and the rope she was tied with was on the floor, cut into tiny pieces.
