Not All Punishments Feel the Same
'You're still all red. Wasn't that your first kiss, was it?' Krevus grinned, but somehow in a different way. Now it was Daemonica's turn to return his grin with considerable satisfaction. 'It wasn't.' She tied the disgusting-stinking rag that had become the already soiled cloak for the arena fight, around her head over her mouth and nose, because it was still better than having nothing over them. As she did so, memories of the first children and later the much less innocent kisses in the dark corners of the barracks inadvertently arose before her eyes. At that time, she enjoyed the previously unknown freedom she had gained when, after her mother's death by joining the royal army, she escaped the reach of relatives planning to clean her out of the eyes of the King in an attempt to erase
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