Oh lords! She had done it! She just slept with a man. Oh she was foolish. Oh how stupid—
She suddenly felt him, felt him move beside her, felt his arm around her pull her closer, and he brushed her hair with his fingers and tucked some locks behind her ear. She felt him press a kiss on her head. "Thank you." He whispered into her ear. And she wished to cry out, to swear at him with the most destructive and vilest words she could come up with.
This was all his fault! If only he'd let her go back home, if only he'd released her and not insisted on keeping her there with him! Oh how she hated him.
He was telling her thank you! For what? For giving herself like the cheapest whore in the kingdom. She hated him now more than before.
"What is it?" He suddenly asked, maybe he felt the hate in her heart, or the tensing of her body. Or maybe he heard the low sobs that were starting to escape her lips.
