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.

going on I heard a final bang on the door, the lock snapped and the old hag stood in the now broken doorway and fixed

quickly and flipped it on before storming over to me, grabbing my left arm and dragging it out

washed properly.” She threw me into the shower and slammed

form with pure hatred. in her irises. So I quickly washed my hair, and lathered some soap over my body, rinsing

I was once more subjected to a full body waxing, and a small haircut. My hair was left dry and naturally wavy, while my royal dresser placed a very see through red undergarment dress and

was slammed closed and I sighed relishing in the quiet. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I ended up just staring at the bed

looking at myself in the mirror again. I hated clothes like this. Men never dressed up for women in bed, and yet, here

month, I was starving, I was beaten and most

accept him? What a joke, I knew, I knew what he was about to do to me, especially looking at my attire, he had

he wants me to be his and his alone, but he enjoys hurting me, he enjoys raping me, and that just

he had caused in me together, but even the glue