{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"59bb57ba-5131-4591-bed4-a0fd262f74ea","seriesId":"ca587b3e-f76e-4fa4-b647-e845f657fadf","seriesName":"The Bound Knight","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-02-13T20:03:39.855Z","title":"The Bound Knight Ch. 5","slug":"the-bound-knight-ch-5","shortId":"99YEz85s","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A decadent banquet. Eve wears torturous attire as she and Moldred meet for the first time.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"03a6a932-c17d-40fc-ae90-dccf178e45bf","title":null,"summary":"\n\nThe personal slave\nchambers of Count Mevenmein were a place Eve usually tried to avoid. It was an\n","wordCount":4241,"readTime":21,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

The personal slave\nchambers of Count Mevenmein were a place Eve usually tried to avoid. It was an\nopen room on the second floor of the manor. Alcoves for her father’s preferred\nslaves lined two sides – each filled with cushions for the slaves to sleep on.\nArched windows of stained glass lined the other two sides – depicting scenes of\nthe three maidens and their three virtues: subservience, sensuality, and pain.\nBy some strange magic or invention the windows didn’t seem to transfer heat,\nkeeping the chambers warm and humid –almost sauna-like. Adding to the sauna\nfeel was a heated bath. The bath dominated the center of the chamber, and a\nslave girl, her nude body glistening in the water, lounged in it. Flower petals\nfloated on the water’s surface, and burning incense gave the whole room a\nheady, intoxicating smell. Combined with the heat and the damp, just walking in\nwas enough to make Eve’s hips sway slightly and her skin start to sweat.

\n\n

It was nicer – much\nnicer – than the quarters for the house slaves or the barns for the workers and\npony girls. It was opulent compared to her own sparse accommodations. She\nalways noticed the large down pillows that covered the slave’s alcoves, and\nfelt a tinge of envy when she thought of her own thin straw mat on a stone floor.\nHer feelings were slightly stronger than envy when she looked at the beautiful stained-glass\nwindows that glowed yellow and red when\nthe light struck them, and compared them to her small, open portal that howled\nwhen the wind blew, and let in the winter’s chill.

\n\n

All three of her\nfather’s favorite slaves were there, and there was a sharp contrast between her\nand them. She now wore her ‘normal’ clothing: sandals and an off-white, thin tabard that\ntapered to a point just above her knees. It was thin enough to fit between her\nbreasts, and her vagina and bottom could clearly be seen from the sides, but\nwearing something made her feel better than wearing nothing at all. She had\nalso replaced the black bow tied around her neck, unsure of when it had come\nloose. Beyond that, she wore no jewelry or piercings.

\n\n

Her father’s\nslaves were, in contrast, both more and less dressed. Their clothing was sheer\n– hiding nothing. The only true ‘clothing’ on them were the high heels they all\nwore – even the ones in the pool. The difference came in the jewelry. All of\nthem were decorated with piercings, jewels, and thin chains that rested on\nbreasts or hips or wrapped around their limbs. Everything was gold, silver, and\nsparkling gems. Eve couldn’t help but find it striking and alluring, even as\nanother part of her thought about how difficult it would be to run with jewel\ncrusted piercings hanging from her tits.

\n\n

She recognized\nthem all. The brunette sleeping in the alcove was Cock Kitten – a curvaceous,\ntimid slave her father had favored for years. One of the three in the pool was\na redhead named Eager Hump. Though Eve knew her better by her nickname: ‘Little\nEve.’ A name the house slaves called her when their master wasn’t around. Her\nfather had only had the girl for a little over a year, but there was a\nsalacious rumor that he favored her because of her similar appearance to Eve.\nThe slave girl was much shorter, had long hair, and was nowhere near as\nmuscular as the pureborn. But, despite all that the similarity was undeniable.\nThey shared the same striking red hair and bright green eyes, the same strong\ncheekbones. Even their noses had a similar slant. Of course, Eve didn’t believe the rumors that\nher father had chosen the girl because of the similarity. And even if she did, she\nhad never been overly cruel to her.\nSure, she had whipped her once or twice for minor offenses, and maybe she had\nvolunteered the young slave to assist the men on a hunt or serve drinks in\ntheir chambers. But, there was no reason for her to keep nervously glancing at\nEve out of the corner of her eye.

\n\n

Finally, there was\nthe blonde. Cum Puppy was her father’s favorite, and every woman in the manor\nknew it. She had golden hair that curled at the ends and hung seductively over\nbright blue eyes. Her breasts were firm and large with a slight upward slant, all\nover a thin waist and plump butt. More than her physical appearance though,\nevery move she made seemed to tease sex. Her hips swayed as she walked, and she\nhad a way of leaning close and staring up at people when they spoke to her.\nThere were all sorts of rules that were beaten into slave girls – walking on\ntiptoes, bending their shoulders back to thrust out their chest, arching their\nback when they bent or crawled. Whenever Eve saw Cum Puppy, she knew the rules\nwere there to get them to emulate what she did naturally.

\n\n

“Oh,” Cum Puppy\nsaid, putting her fingers to her lips. “Eve, how good to see you. Though I am a\nbit surprised to see you walking. We all\nheard about what happened in the courtyard. How many men was that? Ten, twenty?\nIt must have been so painful.”

\n\n

Eve ignored her.\nLooking at Eager Hump, she said, “Cunt, my father prepared an attire for me.\nWhere is it.”

\n\n

“I – I don’t – ”\nshe stammered.

\n\n

“Eve,” Cum Puppy\ncried in a high pitched whine as she walked over to her. “Don’t be so cruel to\npoor Eager Hump. This cunt was put in\ncharge of preparing you.” As she said ‘this cunt’ she ran her hands down her\nbody, as if indicating what an honor it was to have ‘this cunt’ do anything for\nher. She smiled up at the pureborn, her\ntall, platform heels making her head level with Eve’s tits. “Master actually\nasked me to add a bit to the attire. This cunt has a few idea.” She smiled\nwickedly. “Some more painful than\nothers.” She paused, looking Eve up and down. “Kiss me,” she ordered. The\ncustomary way for slaves of equal standing to greet each other.

\n\n

Eve slapped her.\nIt wasn’t hard, but it was enough shock her. Before she recovered, Eve bent\ndown, and grabbed a bundle of her gold hair. She considered pushing the slave’s\nlips down to her lower lips, making Cum Puppy kiss her there, the way a slave\nof lower standing was supposed to greet a slave of higher standing. That would\nbe much worse than a simple slap though, and she decided it wasn’t worth it.\nInstead, she pulled the slave up and kissed her, forcing her tongue into the\nslave’s mouth as Eve tried to emulate the forceful, aggressive kiss men usually\nused on her.

\n\n

Eve let her go,\nand Cum Puppy stepped back, rubbing her cheek. Eve wanted her to get mad, maybe\neven run to their master to tell on her. The odds were fifty/fifty that he\nwould punish Eve versus being mad at Cum Puppy for wasting his time.\nUnfortunately, Cum Puppy gave a mock sigh and looked at Eve pityingly.

\n\n

“Poor master. It\nmust be so hard to find a buyer for a cunt that can’t even remember she has a\nhole between her legs. Especially when she looks more like a fleshy tree than\nsomething anyone would want to fuck.”

\n\n

“You bitch,” Eve\nsaid, taking a step towards her.

\n\n

But she was\nalready moving away, surprisingly fast on her platform heels. Her large breasts\nbouncing side to side as she moved towards a side room, presumably to ready\nwhatever torture instruments she had prepared for Eve.

\n\n

“Stupid cunt,” Eve\nmuttered as she turned. She almost tripped over the kneeling form of Cock\nKitten. The brunette was on her knees head bowed.

\n\n

“Good afternoon\nmistress,” the brunette said. She leaned forward and brushed Eve’s tunic aside\nwith her nose, kissing her directly on her pussy. She thought, just for a\nmoment, that the slave lingered there just a bit too long, but just as she\nnoticed it the slave was down and bowing again.

\n\n

“You can stand,\nCock Kitten,” Eve said. “I’m not your master. I’ve told you before not to act\nso formal with me.”

\n\n

“Yes Mistress,”\nshe said as she moved to her feet. She said, “Cum Puppy, Eager Hump, and myself\nwere ordered to present you for tonight. You are to be bestowed upon Master\nMoldred.”

\n\n

“So I heard,” Eve\ngroaned. “I take it Cum Puppy was ordered to pick out the attire though?”

\n\n

“She will pick something\npleasing to the master’s eye. She knows all of us will be punished if we fail.”

\n\n

“I’m not worried\nabout how it looks. I’m worried about whether I’ll be able to walk tomorrow\nafter wearing what that bitch picks for me.”

\n\n

They both smiled\nat the comment, though they also knew it might not be too far from reality.

\n\n

“You know,” Cock\nKitten whispered, leaning closer to Eve. “Cum Puppy’s actually a bit on edge.\nMaster has been favoring Eager Hump for his bed lately. I think she’s jealous.”

\n\n

“You’re not going\nto start on this ‘Little Eve’ rumor, right? \nJust the idea of it makes me skin crawl.”

\n\n

They both glanced\nat the redhead. She was busy drying off, and deliberately not looking at Eve.

\n\n

“No, no. It’s\njust, Cum Puppy’s been the favorite for so long. I don’t think she knows what\nto do when she’s just another cunt.”

\n\n

“Good riddance,”\nEve whispered. “Maybe father will finally take my advice and turn her into a\ntoilet for the stable boys.”

\n\n

They both giggled.

\n\n

“By the way,” Eve\nsaid, still laughing slightly. “You were in the carriage with my father earlier\ntoday, right?”

\n\n

The brunette\naverted her eyes at the question, though Eve didn’t know why. “Yes miss,” she\nanswered.

\n\n

“Who was that\nwoman with him?”

\n\n

“This cunt does\nnot know,” she answered. Her eyes were back on the ground, and she was speaking\nin the careful, humble tones of a good slave.

\n\n

Eve raised an\neyebrow. “But you were there. Did they talk?”

\n\n

Again, a nervous\nshuffle. “Thi – this cunt is sorry miss. Something about taking someone. One of\nthe other slaves? I’m sorry miss. It was all over this cunt’s head.”

\n\n

“Literally,” Eve\njoked, not sure what was behind the change in Cock Kitten’s demeanor.

\n\n

But Cock Kitten\nlooked up at Eve with what almost seemed like fear.

\n\n

Eve clarified,\n“Because you were on your knees. Get it? It was a joke.”

\n\n

“Oh, of course.”\nShe smiled, but Eve could tell it was forced, and her mind was elsewhere.

\n\n

Before she could\ninquire further, Cum Puppy’s voice called out in a mocking tone “Mistress, this cunt has returned with\nyour attire for the night.” She walked in carrying a lead for a crawling slave\ngirl. On the girl’s back was a gold chest. Cum Puppy led the girl over to Eve,\nas Cock Kitten and Eager Hump walked over and knelt beside her. “Behold,” she\nsaid, throwing the chest open.

\n\n

Eve looked inside,\nand groaned.

\n\n

Moldred stifled a\nyawn. The potion had left him exhausted, but also Mevenmein’s feast was a bore.\nIt was the standard affair. The count sat on a raised dais, overlooking the\nhall. Two slave girls crawled around him – a redhead on his cock while a blonde\nsat on one arm of his chair with her legs around him, alternating between\nfeeding him and kissing his neck and ear. The man looked haunted, and did his\nbest not to glance at the knights.

\n\n

Moldred’s arrival\nhad been disappointingly uneventful. The sun was starting to set when they\nfinally entered the manor, and the Count was already waiting for them. Three\nknights in full armor on horseback were impressive, though slightly less\nimpressive than a few hundred slave girls and men-at-arms all standing at\nattention behind you. Their criers had both called out their titles and the\nterms of the duel, and then Mevenmein had invited them in for a feast. No\nsurprise announcement of a hidden champion. No begging for mercy. Just bland\nformality.

\n\n

Mevenmein’s men\noccupied most of the hall, drinking and eating at long tables, they harassed\nthe nude serving girls, sometimes taking them to the ground and fucking them to\nwild applause. In the center of the hall thirty or so slave women knelt on\ntheir knees with a round platform on their backs. The bottom of the stone\nplatform was covered with spikes and small rivulets of blood dripped down from\nthe girls. On the platform were two planks of wood in an X shape. Slaves were\nstrapped to it, and whipped, beaten, or fucked by dominas with pointed steel\nstrap-ons. Currently, one of the dominas was now on the x-shaped cross, and her\nbare breasts were being swatted with stinging nettles. She screamed and cried,\nto the delight of the men on the floor. As she struggled against the blows, the\nplatform she was on shook, further tormenting the slaves that held it up.

\n\n

Moldred stifled\nanother yawn. This was nothing he hadn’t seen before. The food was fine. The\nwomen were fine. It was all fine, if a bit prosaic.

\n\n

A slave girl knelt\nbetween his knees, keeping him hard but not much else. Gash knelt beside him,\nand he kept himself occupied by tormenting her. He would place a bit of food on\nher nose and make her hold it there. Or have her chew a bite, hold it in her mouth\nwithout swallowing, then have her deposit it into the mouth of a passing\nserving girl. After the second time she did this, she was shaking with hunger.

\n\n

Gastogne and\nAloric sat on opposite sides of him. Aloric seemed to be enjoying himself. A\ncute little slave girl was riding on his lap, bouncing on his dick as she\nbalanced a plate on her breasts and fed him from it. Gastogne, on the other\nhand, kept yelling for more wine or beer. When the poor girl brought it over,\nhe would slap and squeeze her tits or face for taking too long.

\n\n

Moldred occupied\nhis time by looking around the room, trying to guess who the Count’s champion\nwould be. He was unimpressed with the options. The count was a serious looking\nman. A bit tubby though. He likely balanced his books and paid his tithes, but\nhe was no warrior. Next to him sat a slightly more impressive looking man.\nTall, powerfully built, but he had no slaves on him, and barely glanced at them\nas they passed. Moldred dismissed him. He looked a warrior, but there was no\nfire in his blood.

\n\n

Also at the table\nwith the Count were a few older, advisor looking types, whom Moldred ignored.\nAt the far ends of the table were two younger men who Moldred guessed were the\nCount’s sons. One was Obese, with a large gut that hung over the top of the two\nslaves between his legs. He had a gaggle of slaves on him, and they all\nalternated pleasuring him and feeding him. Moldred considered leaning over to\nAloric and making a joke comparing him to the man, but decided against it.\nAloric would forgive him for comparing him to a woman, but he worried he might\nactually insult the knight if he compared him to such a pathetic specimen of a\nman.

\n\n

At the other end\nof the table was a pencil thin, brooding youth. He had a single raven-haired\nslave who sat on his knee, and was, disgustingly, sharing his food. He could\nsee them speaking with each other, and there was almost no sign of subservience\nin the woman. Moldred wanted to walk over and slap him. There was no greater\nsign of weakness in a man than not controlling his cunts. He considered asking\nGash if there was a way to force the Count to make one of his sons fight the\nduel in his stead. But, as he looked down at her he was distracted by her\npleading, hunger-filled eyes.

\n\n

“Open your mouth,”\nhe commanded. She did, sticking her tongue out. Moldred picked off a piece of\nthe gristle from his steak, and held it so she could see it. He rubbed it on\nher tongue, the juices of the fat mixing with her saliva. Then, he hit the\nslave between his knees on her cheek. “Open up cunt,” he ordered. She obeyed,\nand he placed the gristle he had been rubbing on Gash’s tongue into the slave’s\nmouth.

\n\n

“Thank you\nmaster,” she said, slowly chewing the morsel, savoring it.

\n\n

Moldred tapped his\nthigh, a signal for her to continue sucking. She swallowed her food, looking\nslightly remorseful she didn’t get to savor it longer, then put her lips back\naround his cock. He looked back at Gash. Her tongue was still out, and he could\nsee a hint of tears in her eyes. He picked up a piece of meat, and placed it on\nher nose, under her eyes. “Hold it,” he commanded, turning back to look over\nthe hall.

\n\n

The rest of the\ncount’s men weren’t much better. A few struck Moldred as somewhat capable,\nthere was a particularly large fellow with a face like an ogre that stood out,\nbut ultimately none of them were knights. There were rules to be followed\nwhenever a knight fought a non-knight in a duel. Knights’ couldn’t use the\nstrength or durability granted by their crest. But, crests gave more than that,\nif you knew how to use them, and even with those limitations there was no one\nthat made him worry. Moldred could tell a true warrior just by sight. The\nCount’s men looked more like well-paid bandits than soldiers.

\n\n

As the servants\ntook away the third course Count Mevenmein stood up. The slave that had been\nlapping at his cock knelt under him, and he stepped up onto her back to elevate\nhimself. The hall quieted as he began to speak. The women all fell to their\nknees, pressing their foreheads to the ground.

\n\n

“Subjects and honored\nguests,” he said, raising a glass. “A toast to our King and Lord, the First\nTrue Man, Alwynn!”

\n\n

They all\ndrank. A few of the men cheered. He\nheard a few muffled cries of pain as every slave hurt themselves in some way,\nas they were required to do when the king’s name was uttered. At his feet, he\nsaw Gash dig her nails into her thigh so deep they drew blood.

\n\n

The count finished\nhis drink, and picked up another. “And another toast, to our guest. Though\ntomorrow he will fight our champion, tonight he dines with us. To Sir Moldred\nof House Gavain!”

\n\n

The cheers were\nmore perfunctory this time, and mostly came from the advisor-looking types at\nthe high table, but almost everyone still drank. He did notice the large, ugly\nman pointedly leaving his cup on the table.

\n\n

The king finished\nthis cup too. “Finally,” he began, “never let it be said that House Mevenmein\ndoes not respect their guests. As is tradition, I now present a pureborn to Sir\nMoldred, his to keep, so long as he is within these walls.”

\n\n

Moldred tried to\nlook grateful, but settled on stoic. This was common practice, and rarely\nworthwhile. Some homely pureborn he would throw in a closet and ignore until he\nleft. Maybe fuck her once or twice out of courtesy.

\n\n

And then the doors\nat the end of the hall opened, and in walked the most beautiful woman he had\never seen.

\n\n

As the doors\nopened Eve tried to smile, but settled on a blank, subservient expression. Cock\nKitten led Eve into the crowded dining hall by a lead around her neck. The\ncollar Cum Puppy had picked out was, unsurprisingly, pretty, but painful. A\nseries of gold, interlocking hoops, the hoops were lined with spikes that\npierced and scratched her neck whenever she moved or the lead grew too taught.\nThin, gold chains draped her body, crossing over her arms, legs, and under her\nbreasts like a harness. Another thin, gold chain ran behind her ears and rested\non her nose. Oil had been rubbed all over her skin, with particular attention\npaid to her breast, and she shined in the light of the candelabras overhead.\nHer makeup was immaculate. Her lips painted a bright red, and a thin line of mascara\nhighlighted her emerald eyes. Any tangles in her hair from her earlier gangbang\nhad been removed, and her shoulder-length red hair now shined a vibrant\ncrimson. When she had looked in the mirror, she had been forced to admit her\nfather’s slaves had done a better job she ever could have.

\n\n

It was not all\ngood though. Her arms were painfully locked behind her back at the elbows and\nwrists. Worse, Cum Puppy had reopened Eve’s piercings, and large, gold hoop\nearrings hung from both her ears, and her nose. \nThey were large enough she could have fit both hands through with room\nto spare, and they were heavy enough to be painful. A matching pair with bells\nattached to them weighed down her nipples. The bells chiming as she walked.

\n\n

And walking was\nthe hardest part. Her ‘heels’ were a large spike that pointed up at the back of\nEve’s foot. If she leaned back even slightly she could feel them there, ready\nto pierce her if she lost her balance or her strained calves grew tired. They\nwere curved at their base, moving back up to lock around her ankles. The\nshackles had bells on them as well, and they joined with the sound of the ones\non the piercings hanging from her nipples.

\n\n

The spike-heels\nwere the worst, but a close second were the dildos. They were four fingers\nthick and covered in bumps along their metal surfaces. The one in her ass was\nflared at the base to keep it in, and the one in her cunt had a clamp that bit\ndown on her clitoris too keep it in place. Finally, to complete the ensemble,\nCum Puppy had placed a ring gag in her mouth. Another large, golden ring, it\nkept her mouth open painfully wide, and her jaw ached as drool dribbled down\nher chin and chest.

\n\n

As she entered the\nhall a few of the men-at-arms jeered and whistled. She kept her head on the\nfloor, partially because some of them were the ones who had raped her earlier\nin the day, partially to make sure she didn’t trip on anything. She did glance\nup at her father’s table at the head of the room. He sat next to Vassimir,\nleaning over to talk to him as Cum Puppy and Eager Hump pleasured him. Both men\nlooked at her occasionally, but they mostly seemed to be lost in their\nconversation. She saw two of her brothers at the far ends of the table. Saul,\nwho mostly oversaw her father’s fields and farms, was a fat lump surrounded by\nhis slaves. Lopen sat at the opposite end. A self-described ‘poet’ He had a\nsingle slave whom he treated so well even Eve thought it scandalous. Briefly,\nshe wondered what her third brother, Calidor, was doing. He was the oldest, and\nthe least useless of the trio, and had been sent to the king as an envoy. As\nshe started to fall behind and Cock Kitten tugged at Eve’s collar, causing the\nspikes to drive into the back of her neck, Eve decided he was likely fucking\nthe king’s slaves, and not actually doing his job. Otherwise, this duel never\nwould have happened.

\n\n

They crossed the\nhall until she stood before the table where the knights sat. Sir Moldred of\nhouse Gyvain sat flanked by two other knights. She had heard her father speak\nabout them before, but didn’t know if the fair-faced ginger was the lowborn Sir\nGastogne, or Sir Aloric of house Vyair. She had no doubt about which one was\nMoldred.

\n\n

She saw him\nthrough stolen glances as Cock Kitten walked her around to the man she was to\nspend the night with. He was a large man, as big as Ben or Vassimir. But\nVassimir was old, and had skin like jerky, and Ben had as much fat as muscle.\nMoldred was fit. There was a tapestry in the library which she had often looked\nat. It depicted a battle which her great-great-grandfather had supposedly\nfought in. On it were hundreds of men on horseback and foot, fighting with\nspears and swords. In the center of the melee was a single knight – armor\nshining, sword and shield in hand, his crest glowing on his breastplate. In the\ntapestry the knight was smaller than her hand, yet she could picture him\nperfectly. He was what a knight looked like. A true knight. Moldred, with his\nlong blonde hair and statuesque form, was that knight.

\n\n

Cock Kitten\nlowered herself to her knees, bent her head to Moldred, and held Eve’s lead out\nto him with both hands. She started to say, “To Sir Moldred of house Gyvain,\nthis cunt presents – ” but before she could finish Moldred was up. He slapped\nher out the way, knocking her to the ground, as he snatched Eve’s lead. He\npulled it, hard, and as the spikes of her collar pierced her skin she fell\ntowards him.

\n\n

He caught her. He\nheld her to his chest, arm wrapped around her and holding a handful of her hair\nat the back of her head. She realized that, even though she was forced onto\ntiptoes from the spike-heels, he was slightly taller than her.

\n\n

He reached around\nbehind her head, and with a single pull, yanked off the ring gag that held her\nmouth open. “Speak your name, cunt,” he ordered, tossing the gag to the ground.

\n\n

“Eve,” she\nwhispered, her jaw still aching. His eyes were a deep brown, and he stared at\nher the way a man lost in a desert stares at water.

\n\n

He squeezed her\nhair and pulled her into him, forcing her into a kiss. She realized, as his\nstrong form wrapped around her, that the kiss she had given Cum Puppy was a\npale imitation of what he was doing to her now. As his tongue entered her\nmouth, he seemed to suck the strength from her. Once he was through, he pulled\nher away from him, and she was left breathless.

\n\n

“Crawl,” he\nordered.

\n\n

She fell to her\nknees. Her feet were bent painfully to avoid the spikes, and the chains around\nher legs pressed into her skin, but her mind was blank to the pain and\neverything else. He tugged at her collar, and she followed.

\n\n

Vaguely, she was\naware of the other people in the hall watching her as she followed him out the\ndoor. She glimpsed a slave girl following them as she tried crawl fast enough\nto keep up with his long strides. But none of this registered in her mind. All\nshe could think about was the pounding in her chest. And her fear. And her\nexcitement. The door shut behind them, and Moldred led her to his chambers.

\n\n

At the high table,\nCount Mevenmein watched as Moldred led his daughter out of the hall. He turned\nto Vassimir. “Prepare the Crest. The duel will be tomorrow at noon.” He glanced\nback at the door Moldred had left through. “We’ll need her ready before then.”

\n\n

And in a dark\ncorner of the hall, a short, pale woman stood hidden from view. She watched\nthem, all of them, a smile playing across her lips.

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