Acolyte Sophia
I woke up alone. My cheeks were still stained with my tears. Angela had never shown up. I could hear her in the next room, gasping and moaning as a man fucked her. I had been in the throes of passion, the blonde maid's delicate lips nibbling at my pussy when I realized it was Angela in the next room.
My excitement fled. I threw the maid out of my room. I didn't even give her time to dress. She fled the room clutching her clothing. I thought Angela loved me. Things had been so wonderful since the forest. We were in this together. Fighting monsters by day and making love by night.
So what happened? Why did she go to bed with a man? A Las-damned man?
I wiped my eyes with a damp washcloth. I gathered myself. I was the daughter of Duchess Catherine of Tith. I needed to remember that. Angela was just a knight, the daughter of some lowly baron.
I dressed and headed downstairs. She was already waiting for me.
"Good morning," she said, forcing a smile.
