My body was scooped up, still no words from the king, me in my feelings, pleasure, pain, and confusion all riding through me. I just let him carry me through the dark quiet halls as if death clung to the walls.We got to the room, him walking straight to the bathroom where we were soon in the shower. He seemed to be in a hurry, seemed to be absent minded, seemed detached and far. Everything was going so fast and I was just going with it, naked, in the shower then out of the shower. He dried me up, my eyes on him, staring as he worked.“ Go dress, we are leaving.” He said, the first words from him. His voice was so commanding, harsh, raspy and cold. My eyes stared at him as he walked back to the shower to take one himself. My eyes fell on the red mark on his back, it just taking away all the breath from me. I turned, rushing to the closet, grasping the urgency of the situation yet my mind going back to that burn which looked more than painful, as if it was still burning.Where were we
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