Tegan is in the dungeon

“I wanted to kill the beast,” admits Stewart, “and I drove my sword through his chest and was ready to lob off its head before Duncan stopped me.”

“Stopped you? Whatever for?” Adella exclaimed, looking in confusion between her two brothers.

“He was absolutely right, Adella,” said Stewart, soothingly. “Look at your arm.” He motions toward her bandages. “You were bitten, and you know what happens if a werewolf bites you.”

He lets his words slowly sink in.

“I am cursed?” exclaims Adella in a horrified whisper.

“We don’t know that, darling,” says Queen Caroline. “You’re probably just fine!”

Duncan steps to his sister and lays a comforting hand on her shoulder. “But just in case, we thought it best to keep the creature alive, in case we need him for a cure.”

“Is there a cure?” she asks, trying to come to grips with all of it.

King Malcolm speaks up. “It is too early to be talking about a cure, a curse, or anything else other than you getting your rest. You have been through a horrifying ordeal, daughter, and it will take some time to recover.”

Adella reclined as her mother adjusted the pillows on the bed. She closed her eyes, wishing that when she opened them next, she would find that it was all just a dream. She prayed that nothing would remain but rapidly-fading dreamlike memories of sneaking away, encountering Tegan, and the horrifying sight of his beast-like penis violently penetrating —

Adella sits straight up and places both hands on her abdomen. “The werewolf! He did more than bite me!”

She looks at her mother with wide, horrified eyes. “Mother, he— he—“ She finds she cannot get the words out.

Caroline’s eyes fill with tears and she embraces her daughter. “We know what he did to you, Dear. Don’t worry. We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.”

Duncan’s face darkens. “And all the more reason not to have killed him on the spot. A quick and painless **** is a far better fate for the werewolf than what he will suffer at my hands, once this is all over.”

“Enough,” declares the king. “Your sister is exhausted. Caroline, will you stay here with Adella, in case she needs anything? Boys, let’s leave your sister in peace.”

The three men give Adella kisses on her forehead before exiting the room. Caroline makes one more adjustment of Adella’s pillows before settling into a comfortable chair in the corner. “You go on and get some sleep, Dear. I’ll be right here if you need anything.” She picks up a book and opens it, but Adella can tell from her mother’s worried expression that she is not reading.

Adella closes her eyes and tries to banish her worries and tears from her mind.