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Erin Gliee
It was dusk when she fled like the pimp of a leaf,
panting like a pausing deer, she stopped to catch her breath
Erin Gliee was a seventh year old sunburn beauty, endowed with feminine grace and etiquette, her cheeks pale from dryness, they lack the sovereign touch of her favourite maid, Noha.
Born into wealth and succinct riches, she was groomed for the finest prince Nurun, the fifth in line to the throne of Shelton Shire. But fate is unfair to the fair beauty Erin.
She was betrothed to Nurun at a tender age, groomed for his pleasure but he was not groomed for her nature, rather he was groomed to instill fear in her inner court.
Erin! Erin! She could hear his voice blazing through the thicks of his courtyard
"You know I will find you and when I do I will rip your thighs apart and feed on your soft nature" Nurun gleared
Her fear increased and her toes took to heel
'I must make it to Eastern Manor, mother Elma will take me in, after all I'm her goddaughter'
She fled through the twicks
"sheeerrr! Oh! she rented, as her dressed slit open, revealing the creamy sight of her thigh
" Heaven save me! I must not die here, not in this forest, please! please!"
Elma Gardol, the Fifty six year old queen of Gardol house, one of the richest without a duke blood, but respected among dukes due to her skills in fame and dignity.
Erin could sight the Eastern manor but her strength was becoming senseless, why will she want to leave her here when she's almost at her destination. She pondered hard till she made it to her godmother.
Elma:
Erin!! baby! goodness!!
Erin:
Olma!
stretching one hand to the grip of her godmother while supporting herself with the other on the door frame.
In haste, Elma took her into an embrace with shock and pain at the wretched sight of her once delightful sweet girl.
Elma:
Did he do this? Oh! baby I am sorry, I should never have supported this union, forgive me my sweet Erin
Erin sobs like Alice in wonderland. To her, this is the only person who genuinely cares about her after the demise of her parents.
Elma:
Eliaza!!
Eliaza:
yes Olma?
Elma:
Prepare a warm bath for Erin, she must be fed and washed properly.
Come Erin dear, come get cleaned up and be fresh. You need some rest, we will sought this out by the morrow.
"Prince Nurun should know that I have endured this uncultured behavior far too long!"
...
9:54 AM and her head bangs like someone who had had a hangover
"Mercy" she muttered as she stepped out of bed with her head in her hands.
To the bathroom for a warm welcome of nature's touch, she bathed.
'the headache must be as a result of the fears and stress' she continued to bath slowly.
...
Elma looked at her goddaughter, she look pale and manhandled.
Elma:
How long has this been going on?
Erin: the night of our union at Olsten resort
Elma:
...and you never mentioned to me, baby?
You are a Prize, every man will be glad to hold your hand, least scratch your wrist.
Tears formed in Erin's eyes, basking in softnes...
Erin:
Olma, I didn't know what it was. I thought I always offended him. He always complained that it was my fault.
At nights, he vents his joy and sadness on my body, for two years Olma, he made me believe that I was the wrong one in the marriage.
...
"May I come in"?
Nurun's voice darted Erin to her feet, fright engorged her
Erin:
No!!
Elma:
Yes, you may.
He walked into the room with ease like a proud cat. Erin pause in awe at her godmother whom she thought was her goddess.
Disappointment built in her like the towel of Babel
...to be continued...
panting like a pausing deer, she stopped to catch her breath
Erin Gliee was a seventh year old sunburn beauty, endowed with feminine grace and etiquette, her cheeks pale from dryness, they lack the sovereign touch of her favourite maid, Noha.
Born into wealth and succinct riches, she was groomed for the finest prince Nurun, the fifth in line to the throne of Shelton Shire. But fate is unfair to the fair beauty Erin.
She was betrothed to Nurun at a tender age, groomed for his pleasure but he was not groomed for her nature, rather he was groomed to instill fear in her inner court.
Erin! Erin! She could hear his voice blazing through the thicks of his courtyard
"You know I will find you and when I do I will rip your thighs apart and feed on your soft nature" Nurun gleared
Her fear increased and her toes took to heel
'I must make it to Eastern Manor, mother Elma will take me in, after all I'm her goddaughter'
She fled through the twicks
"sheeerrr! Oh! she rented, as her dressed slit open, revealing the creamy sight of her thigh
" Heaven save me! I must not die here, not in this forest, please! please!"
Elma Gardol, the Fifty six year old queen of Gardol house, one of the richest without a duke blood, but respected among dukes due to her skills in fame and dignity.
Erin could sight the Eastern manor but her strength was becoming senseless, why will she want to leave her here when she's almost at her destination. She pondered hard till she made it to her godmother.
Elma:
Erin!! baby! goodness!!
Erin:
Olma!
stretching one hand to the grip of her godmother while supporting herself with the other on the door frame.
In haste, Elma took her into an embrace with shock and pain at the wretched sight of her once delightful sweet girl.
Elma:
Did he do this? Oh! baby I am sorry, I should never have supported this union, forgive me my sweet Erin
Erin sobs like Alice in wonderland. To her, this is the only person who genuinely cares about her after the demise of her parents.
Elma:
Eliaza!!
Eliaza:
yes Olma?
Elma:
Prepare a warm bath for Erin, she must be fed and washed properly.
Come Erin dear, come get cleaned up and be fresh. You need some rest, we will sought this out by the morrow.
"Prince Nurun should know that I have endured this uncultured behavior far too long!"
...
9:54 AM and her head bangs like someone who had had a hangover
"Mercy" she muttered as she stepped out of bed with her head in her hands.
To the bathroom for a warm welcome of nature's touch, she bathed.
'the headache must be as a result of the fears and stress' she continued to bath slowly.
...
Elma looked at her goddaughter, she look pale and manhandled.
Elma:
How long has this been going on?
Erin: the night of our union at Olsten resort
Elma:
...and you never mentioned to me, baby?
You are a Prize, every man will be glad to hold your hand, least scratch your wrist.
Tears formed in Erin's eyes, basking in softnes...
Erin:
Olma, I didn't know what it was. I thought I always offended him. He always complained that it was my fault.
At nights, he vents his joy and sadness on my body, for two years Olma, he made me believe that I was the wrong one in the marriage.
...
"May I come in"?
Nurun's voice darted Erin to her feet, fright engorged her
Erin:
No!!
Elma:
Yes, you may.
He walked into the room with ease like a proud cat. Erin pause in awe at her godmother whom she thought was her goddess.
Disappointment built in her like the towel of Babel
...to be continued...
