He leans over, absentmindedly dropping another cherry into the mouth of the naked dancer. "And how should I treat you? We're nothing to each other. The only thing special about you is your womb. Shall I treat you as something other than a cunt?"
I grab a drink from a passing servant's tray and smile, tossing the contents in his face, before storming out of the hall in anger.
The hallways are just as occupied as the hall with couples engaged in various acts of debauchery and it is quite suffocating, knowing they are performing such to the image of me.
It takes several minutes, but I eventually find an empty terrace.
Gripping the edge of the railing, I overlook the castle, heart racing, breath coming hard and fast as I try to process everything that I've kept buried inside in the last month.
