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' “I need you to expose the hidden message. It is written on paper only you supply.” I request. Rawyn pulls a small dagger from his coat. “Since the letter is addressed to you, it is your blood that has to be spilled to reveal it.” He offers me the blade. “Is that a cursed blade?” He smiles proudly at my question. “If you have doubts you can cut yourself with the letter. Only a few drops are needed.” I nod in understanding and use a corner to cut my finger.  '
          	
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RoughRomance

' “I need you to expose the hidden message. It is written on paper only you supply.” I request. Rawyn pulls a small dagger from his coat. “Since the letter is addressed to you, it is your blood that has to be spilled to reveal it.” He offers me the blade. “Is that a cursed blade?” He smiles proudly at my question. “If you have doubts you can cut yourself with the letter. Only a few drops are needed.” I nod in understanding and use a corner to cut my finger.  '
          
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' She has the darkest eyes of all her kind, and they haunt homins and enchant empyreans. I begin to question which race I belong to as she looks at me. She shuffles her long hair to one side to allow access to her laced up back. My fingers twitch as I undo the dress. I am grateful she can not see how unsteady my hands are today. The first layer of her clothing falls around her feet. I turn my head when she pulls off her shift. '
          
          
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' There is an awkwardness in the air that makes me fidget. I do not like the shade of Kaia’s eyes when they land on me. I am realizing Zylin has a penchant for pretty things as I admire Kaia. As frightening as her gaze is, she is truly a beauty. I would say rivaling Abril even with all her ungracefulness. She has hair the color of my blood, but the hair framing her face is white. It matches the color of her coat as a fox. Kaia swallows a piece of rabbit before addressing me. “Ain’t ya going to eat? I remember you had a big appetite. I figure after sleeping for that long you’d be hungry.” '
          
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' Will this be my last night alive? They can sense my fear, and Ezra hardens at the smell of it. I can tell by the way his eyes are planning a funeral for me. I can not think about this for long because I have a feeling Zylin is going to bite me. I still, and she shakes her head. Something in her wakes up because she kisses my neck instead. I do not stop myself from moaning at the feeling of her lips on my skin. It is too late to turn back now, so I caress her face to let her know I am fine. '
          
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' I am jealous of the way she stands there with her head held high and her shoulders squared. She has never been made to submit her whole life other than to Ezra and her father, and even then she believes she is the one in control. She has a calmness about her that my High Empessa never had. Yolinda is a fine queen, and her people appreciate her. Her beauty does not stop folks in their tracks the way my queen did, and Yolinda’s voice is like shards of glass settling on the floor. '  
          
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' The weight of how special my High Empessa must have been makes her cheeks flush. She is pretty in this light. Yolinda is not one to waste time and begins. "Why can we not say her name?" "Some fear it will bring her back to life." I shrug. "I would be afraid if I were them too." "How did she die?" I look at the painting behind her. "Ask your husband. That is more his business than mine." I try to hide my anger. '
          
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' My High Empessa circles me the way a predator does easy prey. “High Consort Abril is kind but paranoid. I do not need a guard if it does not please you, High Empessa.” I bow hoping it soothes her enough that she moves on from the topic. She only lets it go because I need to change. She calls the ladies back in, and they move at the speed only homins full of empyrean blood does. I match Zylin, and I feel honored to walk behind her and sit at her feet. '  
          
          
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' When Zylin’s now purple fangs sink into her plump breasts, they both moan. I have never been fed from. I wonder if it feels as good as they make it seem. Abril is not a shy lover. She bucks against Zylin begging for her to touch her wetness. She lets out a hearty moan when she does. Abril’s fangs are too weak to pierce our High Empessa’s skin, so she is kind enough to pierce along her neck so that she sucks all of Zylin’s goodness. I force myself not to watch when she drops to her knees and spreads Abril’s legs wide. I can not help but to look when Zylin happily buries her face into the other woman’s sex. '
          
          
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"I doubt it." He is being honest again, and for a moment I catch a glimpse of the old him. The one who was afraid of her rejection. The one who may have loved her. Then I remember the half-truths of this world, and just like that I no longer feel bad for the beast. He is the villain in our lives again. He does not look at me when he leaves my room. He knows what comes next. I may have the title of his mistress, but we do not share a bed in a way that counts.
          
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That I, too, squeeze my thighs together as I watch him take her perfect heart shaped face into big hands? That I feel almost as beautiful as she as he looks at her? That I could feel his thumb on my bottom lip as he traces hers? Zylin takes his thumb into her mouth hungrily and looks up at him as she does so? “Admit it, slut.” He encourages with a soft slap to her face. 
          
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