Bare spindly branches scraped the exterior of Strelizia's castle window, and softly the scattering of leaves tussled across the roof before a large shadow passed by. The shutters were pushed open, soundless. They approached the bed, clamped a hand over the king's niece's mouth, moved the sheets and slipped their hand beneath the white silken gown.
Dirty fat fingers groped for the entrance between her legs, breath hot and smelling like spoiled milk and molded beans. "Mmmm."
Strelitzia was in the middle of a pleasant dream when a foul stench made her gag. She felt someone's hands grabbing beneath her gown and she began to flail. Pulling at the hand covering her mouth and kicking them away. When it seemed she couldn't deter them by her struggle, she bit down hard on their hand. Where were the guards? How had someone even gotten inside? The castle was supposed to be safer. Guards roamed the halls yet somehow someone was now in her room trying to dirty her.
