"Just don't tell anyone ok? it would only make trouble" he said, a serious set on his brow. "For who me or you?" I asked looking straight at him. His jaw clinched and his face reddened with anger again. He's always had a short temper. Was I taking my new found confidence too far too quickly? "Listen here SERVENT GIRL! I not losing my throne to this! don't pretend you didn't like.." I cut him off. "Oooh PLEASE you think that grape between your legs had any effect on me?" I lied "Grape? " He said walking up to me Oh no He grabbed my forearm and pulled me in. His hand around my waist. "Be a good girl and hold still" Before I could respond he has turned me around and had one hand around my waist and one inching up my thigh.

Amazing Cover by ONYXVIXEN I was not meant to be here. I had a life back home, not quite fulfilling but a life nonetheless Then I'm miraculously thrust into the past, into a civilization lost by time, into a world torn apart by war. And a dark roughened male looks at me like i hung the moon and single handedly carved the heavens His gaze is all I've ever desired and his touch ignites a fire that refuses to be extinguished I am torn between returning to all i know and embracing everything I've ever wanted.

"You are my sister," Louise said. "We share blood," Lucy replied. "That does not change who we are." Cast out by the family who called her mother a mistake and her own existence a burden, Louise has nothing left to lose, until Sebastian Warrington risks everything to prove her wrong. "And yet you stood by," she said, her voice catching, "while my people were spoken of as though they were nothing. I stood outside your father's study three nights ago. I heard what he said, and I heard you answer him. I heard him call people like me chattel and I heard you argue with him for the better part of an hour." Sebastian's grip on her hand tightened. "You spoke well," Louise continued. "You said all the right things," Louise whispered. "But I have spent my whole life listening to men say the right things when they believe no one is listening, only to change their principles when those principles become inconvenient." Her voice trembled. "So tell me, Sebastian. If I am truly the woman you claim to love, what happens the next time your father asks you to choose between me and your name?" Sebastian did not pull away. "I choose you." Louise looked up. "You cannot say that so easily." "I am not saying it easily." His voice was quiet, but there was no hesitation in it. "I have spent years allowing duty, reputation, and expectation to dictate every important decision in my life. I told myself that sacrifice was honourable simply because it was expected of me." He shook his head. "But I will not sacrifice you." Louise's eyes filled with tears. "What if it costs you your title?" "Then it costs me my title." "What if your father turns against you?" "Then I will live with his anger." "What if society turns against you?" Sebastian gave a faint, humourless smile. "Then society may do what it pleases."

"You are here for one purpose, and that purpose is your womb, you'll bear me many children." "Understood husband."