Meanwhile...

Sewyn watched the room in contempt, both hands knotted behind her back in a rather formal stance. The room could easily have been the most grand in the entire palace, with vaulted ceilings and stained-glass windows depicting angels and demons at war. Sconces held hundreds of thick candles, igniting the room in a soft flickering glow. The floor was carpeted in the richest maroon, soft to the touch and expensive even to gaze upon. There was no furniture, which had seemed odd to her when she first entered at the beginning of the reception, only full rich pillows. A grand fireplace rested at one end of the room, bigger than she was tall.

Several hours before everyone had gathered here for a formal greeting from Lady Haydia. Strewn across the room on the lavish cushions, she had put on a wonderful speech about how honored she was to receive the King. Sewyn hadn?t come in his caravan, but she had arrived with the Lady Wren, his sister. After her long and brown-nosing speech, the Lady of the Estate declared official celebrations. Sewyn had worried such a thing might happen, as the Lady?s reputation proceeded her.

And now here she stood, arms crossed over her bosom, the only person in the room fully clothed. There were nearly seventy nobles, wrinkled and smooth, fat and boney, relatives and strangers alike fucking like animals. The room echoed with moan on top of moan. Servants circulated about, offering silver trays adorned with sex toys of all sorts to the people. Not five feet in front of Sewyn a round man with balding grey hair and a devious grin **** himself into the round ass of a shy-looking brown-eyed girl. He had her bound and gagged, pulling her back onto his cock with handfuls of her hair. Sewyn thought perhaps he was treating her roughly. She could see bruises forming on her wrists, and her ass was red from constant smacking. But he was one of the most rich nobles, and he would fuck her as many times as he liked, in the ass, cunt, and mouth, he would spurt his fetch all over her face and slap her rump raw, he would go so far as to be sure she was pregnant with his child, and still no one would ask him otherwise.

It all made Sewyn sick to her stomach. With her hands still clutched in a tight knot, she quietly took her leave to the semi-silent hallway. It was here, that she ran into a smiling stranger with red locks. With an illustrious bow, he greeted her. ?Hello, my name is Patrick.?

She stepped out of the way, to allow him entrance to the room. ?Excuse me sir.? She curtsied.

With the flat of his hand he pushed the door shut and fixed her with a thoughtful glance. ?It?s not all that interesting, is it?? A small grin blossomed on his lips.

?It?s not my world, that?s all.? She narrowed her eyes as she examined this man. He had pale-skin punctuated with an array of soft freckles. His brown eyes seemed honest, no signs of depravity lurking in their depths. He wore a light-weight green tunic held about his hips with a master-crafted leather belt. The way he stood seemed honest enough, but she still could not trust him.

?I know. Sometimes I don?t understand the Lady.? He glanced around, as if looking for something to do. ?Do you like chess??