Three days after…
The sound of a woman's voice echoed through the king's tent. Outside, the guards stood stiffly, exchanging uneasy glances as they swallowed hard, already aware of what was happening within as It had been going on for days now.
After capturing the woman who had slipped into his tent to assassinate him, Alaric had turned her into something else entirely. His hand gripped her waist as he moved against her with ruthless force, uncaring of her cries that mixed pain with fear. He had said he would have other use for her, and this was it.
That night, she hadn't known she had stepped into misfortune.
Alaric thrust without restraint, his mind far removed from the mistress he had left behind in the palace, the one he had promised to marry. Instead, a new thought settled in his mind. Perhaps this one could become his sixth.
