Punish The Girl

You dress quickly and exit your chamber full of fatherly rage. You travel through your halls and past your guards with out noticing anything or anyone. You approach your daughter’s tower and enter posting two of your personal guard to watch the entrance.

Your charge up the winding stairs to her chamber and burst through the wooden door. You crash into the room startling your eldest daughter who is in a linen dressing gown. She stands by the open doorway to her balcony and the sun casts a perfect silhouette of her slender body.

She looks remarkably like your wife with slightly rounder eyes and fuller breasts. She also has taken to dress like the native people of your kingdom rather then in the traditional silken gowns of your wife’s land. You see the fear in her eyes and feel a tug at your conscience.