*Polly*
I feel sick. The Alpha prince has seen… He’s seen everything. He’s seen me there, bending over Fennec’s lap.
“Oh my Goddess.” My knees are too weak to support me; I slide down until I’m sitting on the floor. Through the door, I hear the rumble of Fennec’s voice as he speaks, but the words are indecipherable. The sound reminds me, with sickening vividness, of how he had been sitting before me, breeches around his ankles, and I bury my face in my hands.
Did it have to be the Alpha prince? Haven’t I suffered enough humiliation in the last few days? Would it have been worse, though, if a servant had interrupted us? I could have dismissed a servant. No, I would never turn out a person for being unlucky enough to see me behave like a doxy.
We’ll have to retire to the country for the
