Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 46

Dylan POV

I hadn’t noticed how long I had been bathing for, until a small knock sounded on one of the many locked entrances of the bathroom.

“Your Grace, it is time to prepare you for the king tonight. You have been in there for over an hour.” I ignored my handmaiden and continued to bathe, trying hard to block out the sound of her high pitched voice. When I didn’t answer a louder knock blasted through the room, as if a cannon had gone of

“Get out at once, his grace will not be happy if you are not ready and waiting for him.” The old bitch that calls herself my dresser, was hammering on the door, ordering me to leave the room. I don’t think they knew I was

still in the bath tub.

Ready and waiting? She made me sound like I was a fucking object or his dinner. I’m not gonna sit or stand in his room like an ornament just waiting for him to finish work. So I stayed where I was, my skin was becoming wrinkled from the now cold water, but the thought of getting out was just too hard to bare. I was so content… maybe I should have drowned myself.

snapped and the old hag stood in the now

she looked at my wrinkled form still sat in the water. She turned to the shower quickly and flipped it on before storming over

grace will be up here in less than 20 minutes and you aren’t even washed properly.” She threw me into the shower and slammed the door closed. “Get washed, the girls will prepare your beautification.” My beautification? Where the fuck has she been

at my naked form with pure hatred. in her irises. So I quickly washed my hair, and

waxing, and a

closed and I sighed relishing in the quiet. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I ended up just staring at the bed for a good 5 minutes. Banging on the door brought me out of my inner spiral and with a thick gulp, I slipped

women in bed, and yet, here I was, basically a wrapped present that was just waiting to be ripped open

locked me up for a month, I was starving, I was beaten and most of all I was on my way

he was about to do to me, especially looking at my attire, he

actually think my protests help get him off. I think he enjoys taking everything from me, I know he wants me to be his and his alone, but he enjoys hurting me,

the glue wasn’t holding anymore, I’m just waiting for the day that I shatter into a million pieces, unable to