Composure
(Translation from the original in Spanish)
Story id here: 8560885
"Kewell?!", Marika cried in her white nightgown while climbing into his elder's brother bed, wrapping the bigger body of a man under the sheets. "I had the worst nightmare...", she started to tell, burying her nose in the would-be-Kewell's neck under the fabric, holding him, still confused after waking up just a few seconds before, since their rooms were one after the other."Numbers were coming to burn down our hou...", there is when she took notice: she was not holding Kewell. Getting back terrified, she also realizes that whoever is in the dark putting a finger over his own lips, asking her to calm down, it's a far much big man than his elder brother. And under the sheets, he's clearly...undressed.
There is no way for him to keep Marika from screaming. Specially after she understands who is naked in Kewell's bed like a dirty woman.
"Mari!", Kewell exclaims in the doorway from the internal bathroom, closing his open robe with blushed cheeks.
Too late. The little girl starts to cry immediately between sobs. So loud that three servants are there in seconds, putting the lights on and seeing the very same spectacle. All them ashamed but only Marika truly surprised.
"I've lied in a bed with a man before marriage! My noblebirth is wasted! AND SINCE LORD GOTTWALD HAS MADE MY ELDEST A SODOMITE, OUR FAMILY'S NAME IS DEAD FOR REAL! DISHONORED FATHER AND SHAMEFUL MOTHER, TAKE ME TO HEAVEN WITH YOU, PLEAAAAAASE!"
She faints while screaming in the arms of a young maid.
Kewell dismissed the servants and Jeremiah to spend the whole night talking with her alone. In the morning, she looks somehow composed. Marika is even able to give her cold regards to Jeremiah, the commander who can barely understand how a little girl who is not even ten years old can have such piercing eyes before been even introduced to the court.