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.

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

still sat in the water. She turned to the shower quickly and flipped

and slammed the door closed. “Get washed, the girls will prepare your beautification.” My beautification? Where the fuck

at my naked form with pure hatred. in her irises. So I

body waxing, and a small haircut. My hair was left dry and naturally wavy, while my royal dresser

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 the undergarment on, and sat on the end

up for women in bed, and yet, here I was, basically a

a month, I was starving, I was beaten and most of all I was

joke, I knew, I knew what he was about to do to

me, I know he wants me to be his and his alone, but

caused in me together, but even the glue wasn’t holding anymore, I’m just waiting for the day that I shatter into a million pieces, unable to