Saga's perspective

After the whipping, I went back to my room. My heart raced as I replayed the events that had just unfolded in my mind. The sting of the whip still lingered on my skin. I couldn't help but feel exhausted both physically and emotionally. I collapsed onto my bed, trying to catch my breath as images of the whipping flashed through my mind. The cool air of my room felt refreshing against my heated skin. As I closed my eyes, I tried to relax, but the thud of the whip against my flesh echoed in my ears, making it impossible to silence the memories. Not just this but the other times Ramela had whipped me. It seemed like no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape my cruel stepmother and her punishments. How could Ramela be so cruel? Why did she enjoy inflicting pain on me? The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. My fists clenched as I pictured confronting Ramela, demanding to know why she treated me this way. But then reality set in. I was just the product of my father's harem, and Ramela was my cruel stepmother. There was nothing I could do to change my situation. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I realised the hopelessness of my situation. I was nothing more than a possession to be used and abused by my stepmother. The weight of her cruelty pressed down on me, making it difficult to catch my breath. After I recovering from the whipping, it was time for the feast. Ramela **** Larsen to strip naked in front of everyone. His body was still marked by Ramela's cruelty. He looked down at the floor, unable to meet anyone's gaze. I heard Marcia snickering at his plight.

His humiliation made my heart ache for him. I wanted to help him, but I knew that was impossible. I couldn't even protect myself from Ramela's whip. As the feast continued, Ramela sat at the head of the table, her eyes glinting with malice as she watched Larsen suffer. She seemed to derive pleasure from his embarrassment and discomfort. Unable to stomach the feast, I excused myself from the table and retreated to my room. The events of the day had taken a toll on me, and all I wanted was some peace and quiet. As I closed the door behind me, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. As the night progressed, I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to find sleep. The memory of the feast and Larsen's humiliation played over and over in my mind. I could hear him crying softly from his room, his voice echoing through the halls. I woke up the next morning feeling even worse than before. My body ached from the whipping, and my mind is filled with the memories of the feast and Larsen's humiliation. My decision to climb seemed like a good way to distract myself from my thoughts and the pain I was feeling. As I began to scale the wall, I focused on my movements, feeling the burn in my muscles as I pulled myself up. As I climbed the tower, I heard moaning. I peaked through the window.

My heart raced as I witnessed the depraved act unfolding before my eyes. The queen and her sister were engaged in a heated sexual encounter, their moans filling the air, their bodies entwined in a perverse dance of pleasure. The sight of their naked bodies and the sounds of their moans made me want to turn away, but I couldn't tear my eyes from the scene. How could they be so depraved? But at the same time, I couldn't help but be aroused. My body responded to the sight of their nakedness and the sounds of their moans, filling me with a sense of shame and confusion. The sight of them and the memory of their naked bodies caused my arousal to intensify. I couldn't help but imagine being with Larsen, doing the same things with him. The thought of being with Larsen caused me to tremble with desire.

I wanted him so badly, but I knew that it was impossible. We were brother and sister. I continued to stare at Lirelia and Tydesal as they fucked each other. The queen's eyes locked on her sister, her face flushed with passion. As I watched the twisted scene unfolding before me, me couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and desire welling up inside me. The sight of Lirelia and Tydesal's naked bodies entwined in a perverse dance of pleasure filled me with a mix of confusion and arousal. I was overcome with a wave of lust, my heart racing as I watched the depraved act unfolding before my eyes. The sight of their naked bodies and the sounds of their moans made it impossible to look away. My fingers gripped the wall tightly as I fought against the intense desire coursing through my veins. The sight of their naked bodies and the sounds of their moans made it impossible for me to resist the urge any longer. I couldn't help but give in to my desires, my fingers moving quickly as I touched myself. My fingers moved faster, my breath coming in short gasps as I neared climax.

My mind was filled with images of me and Larsen, entwined in a similar dance of desire. The sensation was overwhelming, my body shuddering as I reached the peak of my climax. As I rode the wave of pleasure, I couldn't help but think about what I had just witnessed. Lirelia turned and saw me. Her eyes widened in surprise as she recognised me, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I couldn't look away from the sight of them, a mixture of lust and disgust coursing through my veins.

"Tydesal, it's Edward's daughter," Lirelia said.

Tydesal looked up, her eyes meeting mine. She smirked, a wicked glint in her eye.

"So, you've been watching us, have you?" she purred.

Lirelia looked at me, her face filled with shame and embarrassment. I felt a wave of heat rush to my face as I realised they knew I had been watching. I couldn't find the words to respond, my mind blank with shock and confusion. Tydesal stood up, her body glistening with sweat and the remnants of their passionate encounter.

She approached the window, leaning against the sill as she watched me. She grabbed me.

"You're quite the little pervert, aren't you?" she said with a sneer.

I tried to pull away, but her grip was firm. Lirelia joined us at the window.

"Edward's daughter? Watching us?" Lirelia said, her eyes filled with disgust. "You know what they say about curiosity killing the cat."

Her sister laughed wickedly.

"Maybe we should teach you a lesson about keeping your nose out of other people's business."

As the words left her mouth, I couldn't help but feel a wave of fear wash over me. What did they have planned for me? My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled against their grip.

"How old are you?" Tydesal asked.

"Eighteen," I replied.

"Eighteen," Tydesal repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I guess we can't blame you for being curious about adult things. But now that you've seen them, it's time for you to leave."

Tydesal stabbed me in my left eye. I screamed in agony, clutching my eye as blood poured down my face.

Lirelia and Tydesal laughed wickedly. Tydesal threw me from the window. As I tumbled through the air, my mind raced with fear and pain. The ground was rapidly approaching, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I hit the ground with a sickening thud, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through my body. The world around me spun as I struggled to make sense of what had just happened. My left eye felt like it was on fire, and blood continued to pour down my face.