My wrists were tied to the bedposts, and so were my ankles. I was facing down on the bed with my body all spread out, in only my underwear. Well, at least I wasn’t completely naked.
This was the opening for my punishment right after the King told Lord Aevric and his companion that as the Queen, he would punish me himself. Lord Aevric didn’t go quietly. He kept ranting that I deserved a severe punishment, but the King gave him a dark look and asked if he wanted to teach him how to manage his wife and the royal house. Lord Aevric cowered and left, unhappily so. Not that I gave a damn.
I wasn’t in my chambers. I was in his dimly lit bedroom with the curtains closed, lying on his cream-white covers. And he was the one to personally tie me, stomach down on the bed, before disappearing to the
