*Constance*
My room was quiet when I returned. Harriet had gone off somewhere, but I didn't care to learn where.
I practically ripped the dress off as soon as I could, not caring as I tore the elegant fabric and ruined the rhinestones so carefully sewn on. The lace was in shreds by the time I had successfully freed myself of the thing and thrown it to the ground.
In just my underthings, I fell to my bed, unable to cry but wanting to just the same. I didn't know how to feel other than hurt and humiliated. What the hell was that? The King had barely stayed for dinner before he was off doing something else, and Silas didn't even bother walking me to my rooms, as the King had directed him. He had instead pawned me off to someone else.
Perhaps the man did hold some anger toward me, all for
