She refuses!

"I will not, Your Eminence." Christine looked at the surprise on the Bishop of Oldchester's face and shook her head in undisguised disgust. "You are a pathetic old man who has no right to wear the miter." She could see the bishop's face turn red. "My father taught me to respect the Holy Church, Your Grace." She put as much scorn as she could into his title, determined to make it clear that she was not going to be cowed by him. "But you, in this one meeting have made me understand why he and so many others fall silent when your name is brought up."

"Your father was a fool, Lady Gerard." Bishop Anthryl finally recovered enough to climb to his feet. "His honor has gotten him and his family locked up in the tower, and placed his pure angel of a daughter in my hands." Anthryl liked the fact that Christine was so tiny, he was able to look down at her fierce eyes. She will be so much fun to break... "This is your last chance, my child. Take off your clothes and beg me for mercy, or I will have my guards tear off your clothes as you cry out like a stuck piglet."

"You wouldn't dare. Prince Henry wants me to be his queen." As much as she hated the idea of having to share Henry's bed, there was at least this one benefit of being his queen.

Bishop Anthryl laughed at this naïve girl. She really believed she could defy him.

"Henry doesn't want to marry you!" He took her by the arms and shook her firmly. "Now that your father is no longer a threat, he just wants to spread your pretty legs and listen to you cry out as his manhood rips through your precious maidenhead."

"No ..." The brief moment of defiance was already starting to dissipate.

"Oh yes, Lady Christine, I was with Prince Henry in France when your brother served under him. Your brother, perhaps unwisely, went on and on praising your unrivaled beauty, chastity and grace." Anthryl smiled knowingly. "That was before he realized what a psychopath Henry was, but by then it was too late." The bishop brushed her cheek with the back of his fat fingers making her shudder. "Now that Godfrey is dead, and your father disgraced our new king wants to complete his **** by despoiling his foe's sweet little sister."

"He can't ..."

"Oh, don't worry, my child. Henry isn't going to pop your cherry." Anthryl smiled again but his eyes stayed cold like a snake's. "I am." Lady Gerard's eyes widened in surprise, and before she can say anything, he rings the bell on the table by his chair sharply two times. Almost immediately comes the sound of heavy hobnailed boots running down the hall and the door opens with a bang.

"Yes, Your Eminence?"

"Take this woman to the hole." Christine listened in horror as the Bishop of Oldchester announced her fate. "No one is to see her face or hear her voice. I believe she may be a witch in league with Beelzebub, and his legions of succubae." The guardsmen banged their polished breast plates with their fists in salute.

"Wait!" As the men grabbed her by her arms, Bishop Anthryl rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "This witch doesn't need her dress where she's going. Remove it before you take her." Not only would Lady Gerard be less likely to be recognized without her gown, Anthryl wanted to see this proudful noblewoman shamed. By the time he was done humiliating her, the defiant bitch would be begging to serve him like a slut.

This was not the first time his guards had stripped a woman of her dress and it took less than a minute before Lady Gerard was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a sheer linen shift that barely covered her lovely body. As much as Anthryl wanted to see her completely naked, the prudent thing would be to wait until he had her chained up in his private play area.