AUTHOR'S POV Cisca held her cheek, the weight of Nicky's palm eating into her skin. Her head was turned to the other side. Nicky glared at Cisca.She never wanted to listen. "Look here, tramp, I have told you to stay away from my son. Haven't I?" She asked, and Cisca nodded solemnly.She wasn't at fault for what was happening. Martin refused to leave her alone."What have you done to my son?" Nick demanded, and Cisca clutched her face. Her face still stung after a while."Nothing, ma'am." Cisca replied, wondering what the Queen assumed she had done to Martin. In her defense, Martin always sought her out. He never seemed to take no for an answer whenever she tried to avoid him."I warn you again; this is the last warning. Do not let me see you with my son. You are not of his class, and neither will I ever accept you as his wife." She spat.Cisca nodded in understanding; she had another lover, and Martin didn't come close
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