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The days passed. Liandra accepted her fate, and explored what little freedom she had. She wasn't confined to her rooms, but most of the Nocternian masters were crazy, and revelled in different sins. There was a glutton that was always eating, and a sloth that was either sleeping, or getting a massage from some demoniac harlot. Some were clearly dangerous, prone to fit of rage. Liandra quickly decided to stay away from all of them.

Liandra days were idle. She would read often, but almost everything that she found in the library was grim and evil. She played the harp, but eventually her fingers and voice tired, and she had to rest. And there was writing. She wrote letters to her parents, shame she would never be able to send them. She also didn't want to inadvertently betray some secret, so right after she sealed the letter, she would burn its content.

Lilith was one of the few people Liandra could talk to in the castle. She always dined with her, and on occasion with Lilith´s companion. Never the same, first it was a bard, and two days later a peasant, and on the next a knight. Liandra enjoyed their conversations during the meal, for, despite the demonologist´s best attempt, they spoke about other things than sex.

Liandra was happy. She dodged Lilith´s innuendo for over a week, but eventually she would have to face them. They were basking in the sun, enjoying yet another beautiful day.

"... and word will spread. Can you imagine what luscious things Kendra would do in your name?" Lilith was once more sitting too close, to caress the other woman´s face. "I don't know...Kendra seemed as a very serious person. If that was your plan, I think I know someone who would have no problem portraying loose morals."

Lilith stood dumbstruck for a few moments "Did you just call me a slut?" Liandra smiled, caressed the little blonde´s face. "Here it should be a praise, no?" She held the back of the smaller blonde´s head, and brought her lips closer to her own. "Isn't this why you are called the 'wicked'?" She felt Lilith´s panic when their lips connected, and even more so when her tongue tried to invade her mouth.

"got you..." the princess whispers, after failing to kiss the demonologist. "Lilith... the virgin"

It was like a slap, for Lilith suddenly coiled away "how did you know?"

"You have a perverse sense of humor, Lilith... and maybe that is where you get the name. But in matters of the flesh, you are no more knowledgeable than I am" Liandra felt gleeful, and laughed "I spoke with you and each of your would be lovers all dinner... and while I did recognize their voices, I didn't hear yours once! Was it all a show to tempt me?" But Lilith didn't answer, her cheeks were branded red with humiliation