My life was not my own. Since the moment I finally decided to open my heart and legs for a man, I became a possession. A trophy of some sort.
Locked away in a castle away from the world, I had nowhere to escape to but the recesses of my mind. I was fed up but could do nothing without any money and nowhere to go.
But I had to find a way, or I feared death would be the only alternative.
The moment I saw the pain in her eyes, I knew I had to free her from her inner turmoil. She looked helpless and clearly in distress.
Her imminent beauty shone, but her eyes held a heavy dose of sadness. I shouldn’t have cared. Probably should have walked away, but the protector in me couldn’t let this be the end for her. . .
even though she was unavailable and forbidden.
