Callie the

“Lady Miranda’s victory is a source of pride for us all!” declared the Queen. A very naked Callie Galloway with chains around her hands, fumed privately. Miranda has proven to be far too formidable with her extensive kit. She hoped the period would be short at least. “I also wish to congratulate Lady Miranda on her recent marriage to Lady Celia.” Callie felt her heart skip a beat. Her step-mother and her ex-wife were married? Celia stepped forward, kneeling before the Queen. “I thank her most August Majesty for her congratulations. Along with the kind gift to succeed my former daughter as Lady of the Exchequer.” Callie’s eyes widened in horror. Bad enough that someone has framed her, but Miranda was taking her former position? Unthinkable.

“In accordance with the rules of the Hunt, you may keep the Lady Galloway a ****. I grant a 15 year period of enslavement. During this period, all of Lady Galloway’s property is now the Lady Miranda’s.” Gasps and look of horror surrounded the crowd, mostly of nobles, clerics and gentry. Callie felt struck. 15 years where all she owned was Miranda’s and Celia’s. By the end of the term, she would be the one totally destitute. She wanted to say something, anything, but the price would be worse. She lost everything. “Her Most Glorious Highness has truly blessed me and my bride. A thousand thanks, O Blessed Sovereign.”

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It was an agony. An ordeal. Miranda was sleeping on top of a grinning Celia, who simply nodded. “Continue.” “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”