The next few nights were a blur.
Feasting and dancing until the early hours of the morning, then arriving back to the manor for a few hours of sleep before doing it all over again. If it hadn’t been for Ceilia’s tonic she brewed up in the kitchens every night I would have fallen asleep in the middle of the dance floor! Between the revelry the real dance continued, I trained. Each day running drills, learning combinations of swordplay and hand to hand combat until they became second nature.
I spent my evenings as a femme fatale, seducing a king and working the room with all the grace and dignity befitting a queen. I would make them love me so much it made them as sick as it made me, hurling my guts up each time I found myself alone with my thoughts. The King’s touch, his hot breathe in m
