~The Author~
No man had ever touched her like this. She belonged to the king. Only Karl had ever been allowed near her, and even he treated her like something precious. If he saw this—if he even heard of it—these men would be dead before they could blink. He never allowed anyone to lay hands on what was his.
"No, please! I'm the king's wife. You can't do this to me," she cried, trying to push herself off the ground, but the man stood over her like a mountain, and the others circled in. They were watching, waiting for her to make a move. They wanted her to fight, to beg. "Please... I'll pay you. Anything you want. Just don't touch me. Let me go."
For a second, one of them paused. It was like her offer meant something. His eyes flickered with hesitation.
But then the other snapped, "Stop wasting time. She's lying. Just do it already."
