Expose yourself to the King and his court.

I felt completely numb. I started tugging at my dress, looking down at myself.

The Prince took the response, and looked at me insistently.

I pulled off the dress, but covered my tits.

"Hands at your sides, demon," the King demanded.

I gulped, and revealed my tits, not that my arms had been able to cover much of them.

The King nodded, his lower lip stuck out thoughtfully. "Well, if I had that chained in my chambers I'd throat-fuck her too. A hole's a hole."

Everyone was looking away, whispering amongst themselves, aghast at his actions and use of language.

The King realized he'd gone a bit far. "Back to your chambers," he said flatly. "You can humiliate her on your own time."

I quickly slipped my dress back on, blushing profusely.

Master grabbed me leash and strode out of the throne room, sweaty and nervous, towing me back to his chambers.

"By now I should've learned not to spite him," he muttered.

"Could've been worse," I breathed, still trembling and shaking like a leaf.

He nodded. "Always could've been worse."

We met eyes and quickly looked away.

"You didn't say anything, did you want me to tell him no?" he asked me.

"I pulled off my own dress, I made my own decision. And the court seemed rather doubtful of him, we might've shook them."

He nodded. "Yeah, if we could turn everyone against him we'd stand a much better chance at surviving."

"What do you suggest?"

"First, get you more clothes," he said. "Then, we're at a good standing with the court, but we need to get out of here and travel before the King tries something more **** than a potion. I think we can change a few rural minds with that healing trick of yours."

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I felt much comfortable being carried around the castle with my tits supported.

The Prince led me outside to a beautiful white horse and set me to sit sideways on the saddle. "Are you sure the King will let us leave?" I asked, rubbing my bandages.

"He wants me gone, remember? My only worry is if he'll let me back in," he said, stepping on behind me.

The stable boy, pretending he hadn't overheard the conversation, handed the Prince the reigns and opened the castle gates.

"How far is it?" I asked.

"We'll arrive tomorrow evening at the latest."

He hoisted me up like I didn't weigh a thing.

"Why are we riding the same horse?"

"So you don't get stones thrown at you. Might get the horse killed. Hyah!" he jerked the reigns, and the horse clip-clopped out the gates.

He wrapped an arm around me. Unsteady with the horse's gait, I held onto him tight.

"Put your hood up," he advised. So I did, tucking my white-to-lavender braid down my back, under the coat.

There was no cheering as we left the capital town.

Merchants holding baubles stopped and stared.

Farmers who didn't have their hands full crossed their arms and looked at me.

Wives shut their doors and hustled their children inside.

"They really don't like me," I squeaked.

"Or me for taking you in," he replied quietly. He held me tighter as we rode towards the setting sun.

He held me tighter as we rode towards the setting sun.

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We stopped to rest at a wide building with a restaurant and rooms.

"I am his majesty Rowan," Master said as he approached the innkeeper. "I'm traveling with my elf ****, Akira. Do you have any openings?"

The innkeeper stared at me, wide-eyed. "Well, your majesty, I can grant you our finest room, with our best complements, but that thing must be kept outside. All due respect, sire," he begged, "We cannot have that in our rooms, basement, or even stables."

Master nodded. "Don't worry, I won't **** you to take care of her. Are there local prisons that would hold her for a night?"

"Nothing that could hold an elf."

I was rejected at every inn. They offered Master their finest, but said I needed to stay tied up and under guard somewhere else. Each village had no more than a single inn, sometimes none, so after three inns we began to lose hope.

"Do...we just keep riding?" I asked.

"No, the horse needs to be tended to."

Finally, we reached a place where they allowed me to stay chained in the stables. The innkeeper looked at me as if I were a challenge.

"Thank you sir, I'll be sure to tip you handsomely in the morning," Master replied before leading me out to the stables.

I was shaking.

"The humans are more afraid of you than you are of them," he reminded me.

I nodded numbly.

He chained me to posts in the harness room of the stables, laying a blanket down on some hay. I would be stuck sitting against a post, my hands chained by my head all night. I looked up at him, nearly ready to cry.