Mercy

The farmer looks at the trembling, blushing, chubby, underwear-clad woman in front of her.

Any anger or contempt she might have had for this noblewoman has evaporated, and now all that remains is guilt and shame.

She wanted to take her down a peg, but now, seeing this woman on the verge of tears, she just feels bad.

"Want her panties too?" Victoria gleefully asks. "Or her bra?" She turns her venomous look towards Hilda. "I bet you totally stuff it, don't you?"

Hilda tries to put on a brave face, but it isn't fooling anyone.

"That's enough," the farmer quietly says. "Hop on."

Hilda sniffles and moves one hand from her tummy to wipe at her eyes before skittering over to the cart.

"Serves you right," Victoria smugly mutters as Hilda climbs onto the back of the vehicle.

The redhead triumphantly marches towards the wagon, head held high as she basks in her latest 'victory.'

She is about to ask the farmer for help on climbing on when the peasant puts her hand out.

"Hold up," the farm girl says.

"Huh?" Victoria asks in utter confusion.

"She paid for her fair," the peasant says, pointing to the blushing, crouching Hilda. "Now what are you going to pay me for yours?"

Victoria's jaw drops in shock at this latest betrayal, while a small smile briefly flashes across Hilda's face.