oftly. I think hard, My good dreams seem to include bits and pieces of flashes containing a previous, happy life but then the nightmares take over and I see my parents lying the way I f

rs me the bathing chambers and the maids run a large hot bath. I sit alone thinking over the past few days and how many changes have happened. It's hard to believe that i was rejected and then accepted within two days. I do not understand why until I remember what Xander said to me, about finding out who I am, where I come fro

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to tell him this, I just slowly nod my head. I don't know how to express to him that although I feel ready, his immediate rejection has caused some distrust and I am not yet ready to take his bed and lose my purity, I still want love. He looks at the ground but nods his head in return. Taking my hand he leads me back into the large main chambers. "Take the bed" he chokes out gruffly. One glance behind me shows he's made a large pallet of blankets and sheets along with a few robes. I quickly go towards the pallet assuming he means tha