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As I walk up the steps to my home with Kal, I struggle to process it all. If I had known that I would chase my mistress through the woods and watch her lovers fuck her, I wouldn’t have brought my little brother with me. I think he had his eyes opened today about them.

Rose colored glasses are a lot more fun usually than reality.

“Are you really fine with everything today?” Kal asks once the front door closes behind us. And there it is.

“Yes,” I grunt, turning on the lights. We live in a heavily wooded area just outside of town, which is why we have a car at all.

“She has like five boyfriends, Falcon,” he complains. I want to take Silla out alone one day, just for the sake of hearing my real name. Secrecy is important because of my bloodline, but dammit is it lonely.

“Polyamory is acceptable in our society, why are you making this a big deal?” I ask. There are many families who make this kind of dynamic work for them, but Kal is very sheltered.

I think he had a huge shock today.

“It’s acceptable, but I’ve never seen it put into practice. Is there a schedule or something?” he snarks.

“Are you upset that she friend-zoned you today?” I ask, walking into the kitchen for a beer. It’s late afternoon now, and we made sure to drop them at their apartment before returning home.

“No, because I don’t understand her,” Kal sighs, following behind me. “I don’t understand how she can enjoy being chased through the woods, Gods, she sounded petrified.”

I think back to her gasps and screams, but they just manage to make my dick hard. “I think the experience was meant to get her to stop thinking. Silla is overwhelmed by what we’re asking her to do, and walking back into the castle willingly scares her. Maybe more than she realizes.”

“Is she doing it for power?” Kal asks, chewing on his lip as he gets a glass of water.

Opening the bottle of beer in my hand, I shake my head. “Nah, she’s not. Silla wants to help mend what’s broken. The sight of homeless people hurt her heart. A woman at the market was worried about the weather shutting them down for the season sooner than normal, and Silla bought a shit ton of scarves and mittens,” I chuckle. “She’s got a big, big heart.”

Sipping his water, he grimaces. “Is that what we’re calling it? It just feels gluttonous.”

“Silla spent a year being raped and beaten at the pleasure and behest of the queen, who I can honestly say is obsessed with her,” I tell him, my hand squeezing around the bottle so hard I’m worried it’ll break. “There’s no fucking way she doesn’t deserve the world.”

“So you want to be with someone out of a sense of duty?” he asks, brows furrowed.

“No. I want to get to know her because she equally infuriates me and turns me on, Kal. I can’t say I have much sexual experience because I’ve been working on this underground movement for years, but I know that I’m enjoying being around them all.”

“You’re going to become a twisted, sexual deviant too,” he groans, draining his glass to put it into the sink. “It’s like a little, exclusive club!”

I open my mouth to stop him, but snicker instead. “What are you calling the club?” I ask instead.

“You’re impossible!” Kal rages, stalking out of the kitchen, while all I can do is laugh.

Mistress: I had a lot of fun today, Pet. Thank you for helping us get out of the house. I needed all of that.

Smiling, I read her text, finding my heart beating a little faster because of it.

Mistress, it was my pleasure. The memory of your taste still lives rent free in my head.

Sipping my beer, I take a walk down to the basement. This is where I think, decide my next move, and make things difficult for the monarchy. The reason she’s so worried about me is because people have started to talk about their displeasure in the realm.

Kinsley, a duchess on the west coast of Forbach, is concerned about Cinder’s ability to rule, and asked how she could help the Underground’s mission to remove her from her throne. I was surprised when she approached me a few weeks ago, but add on that Cinder also wants to now get a divorce from Charming, it’s clear something is going on.

Turning on the lights, I stare at my board that shows the issues in each district in Forbach. The East is having trouble with their crops, the North is having issues with looting and severe poverty, and there’s an uptick in crime all over. People are desperate, and it’s definitely beginning to show.

I wanted to… I don’t know, remove her without things becoming a bloodbath, but I’m past that now. My focus was so much on the kingdom as a whole and Cinder’s inability to rule that I forgot to pay attention to the misdeeds occurring in the castle. Silla was tortured in the dungeons for a year, and I thought she was on a damn vacation.

I was so stupid. I can command a group of people, organize them, and convince them to overthrow a queen, but I missed something so large. The Queen of Forbach is bathed in the blood of her people, and this has to end.

Mistress: Let me know when you’d like another taste, Pet.

Gods, this woman is going to be the death of me. Staring at my board, all I can see is her face in the throes of ecstasy. Even when she was scared and running, there was feral exhilaration in her eyes. She fucking loved every moment. Mistress loved it less when I threw her ass in the river to get clean though.