Charlotte trudged the small path, seething hard from what she had just seen. The grooming night would be tonight, and word has come from Prince Alexander himself. It had taken the entire palace by surprise since they had not seemed very close when they had left. But...
Her fingers clenched even tighter, and she walked forward towards the male prisons. She had conceived this for a long time, but there had been something holding her back. The innate desire to have Prince Alexander be her first while she took his very first.
She stopped for a while, breathing heavily. She remembered his words clearly.
'If things get out of hand, then I shall bed her.'
She swallowed. Now things have already gotten out of hand, and she knew better than to wait on them to be fixed somehow. She continued her
