The acidic taste of fear clung to her tongue, as she leaned away from thick sausage fingers. The man looked twice her senior, with a graying beard and a vicious gleam to his bright blue eyes. He's used to getting what he wants- and what he wants is her. His smirk said it all, as he reached for her again, faking a left to catch her chin in his hand. His signet ring shined brilliantly, along with his rings on his other fingers, while his index finger, rubbed under her chin almost fondly.

" A little fiesty, I can break you from that. You have smarts, which is a plus..." His eyes roamed over her breast and hips.

" Not much of a looker, bright side is you have birthing hips that women from my country would be envious of." As if that little piece of what is supposed to be a compliment, would soothe her ire. She had to stay put in her chair, like an obedient little girl, as her brother gazed on through avaricious eyes, rubbing his own hands together from the far side of the study, lingering behind a shelf of books. This was a set up. He turned back to Densham with calculating eyes.

" We can train her into the perfect little housewife- that is, if you're willing to pay."

She flew too high to the sun

she got burned.

Which brought her to the door of Gwendal's study at night, debating whether or not to knock on his door or simply barge in, as were her style. She looked down to the papers in her hand, and knew she had to do it. She opened the door, to reveal Gwendal scowling as he was signing documents for his majesty. He paused, seeing who opened the door, and stood when he noticed her mood.

" Anissina, what's wro- mmf!"

She had grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down into a hug, burrowing her face in his neck. He stiffly bent his arms to return her embrace, confused and concerned.

" Gwen." Her voice wavered, and he tightened his arms. She needed comfort, so he'll give it. He was at a loss, he had no clue on how to console an upset woman. What would his mother do?

" Whenever I was sad, your father would give me kisses and spin me around. Ah! Gwen, you should get yourself a lover, you would know what to do."

She sniffled, and he turned his nose to her neck, and pecked a quick kiss to it, which earned him a surprised squeak. 'at least she quit sniffling' He then lifted her feet off the ground, walked out of the way of tables, and spun her, softly. At first she made a sound of protest, then he heard a small giggle, after that, a steady stream of laughter flowed from her. He moved her away from his body, so he can see her smile, pleased at his work.

Just as he lowered her back into a hug, she placed her palm on his jaw, tilted her head, leaning into him-

Crash!

There, on the floor, was the maids and his spy. Yozak laughed,nervously, as his eyes darkened and his scowl become livid.

" We were about to knock..." he trailed off, glancing at an amused Anissina, who was still in Gwenda's arms.

" Sure, and I'm guessing you wanted an audience and a show for your kindness?"

" Well, no... Not exactly..."

" My, my, Yozak, I never thought you were a closet pervert. Tell me, do you hide in my closet, as well?" Yozak inched back to the door, along with the maids.

" Let's just give y'all some space, yeah?" They retreated, as he closed the door back. Anissina sat on the desk, crossing her leg, smiling.

" Let's talk business, Gwendal."

Densham threw a bag of coins at the table.

" See what my sister is doing, and find out who this fiance' of hers is."

If she is lying, she will be sorry