ISOLDE
“You’ll be fine after some rest. You must be exhausted,” Morgan says as she drapes a sheet over my frame.
Exhausted is a light word for what I feel. I’m drained, both physically and emotionally.
I’m also shocked by what is happening to me. It started in my sleep. I thought I was sick when I began burning up from every angle.
I had to rush to the bathroom to throw up, and then the middle of my legs began to hurt so badly I couldn’t close them.
I’m not sure what I needed at that time, but when Drogo found me and came close, my body reacted in a way it never had before.
I had the urge to draw him close and beg for relief after he ordered me to lie down and expose my aching part.
I find myself recalling moments when I would see males taking females in the open back in my father’s
