A tear rolled down her cheek, she’d counted ten.Ten cracks of the whip, he’d never gone above ten. The terrifying swish told her it’s not over. She let out a sob.*Klara was pulled into Marc’s side, she felt tiny against him, she wanted to relax into him but she was very aware who he was. He was leading her through multiple corridors, she was slightly glad of The King half holding her up, despite the wish to whimper with the burning pain at every movement of his arm. He pushed open a set of double doors gilded in gold. “This is my Wing,” He gestured around the grand entrance way, a desk sat in the middle. “That’s Rose, she helps manage the Wing, if you need anything just ask her,” he said as he half dragged her into the room, his arm locked around her waist tighter. Unknown to Marc she winced and had to grit her teeth to not make a sound. “Good morning King Marc.” “Morning Rose. this is Klara, she’ll be your Queen.” Klara looked around, her cheeks burning at Marc’s blatant decla
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