Chapter 2: The Visitor

Ashley sighed as she got out of the bath to get ready for the party she had to go to. She wrapped a towel around herself and she pulled on the party dress. She wrapped he sash around her waist and she pulled her long hair up in a bun. She pulled on the shoes and she closed her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror. She bit her lip as she made herself "presentable". "Ashley?" Rella called.

"Coming," she answered.

She left the room and the two girls went downstairs.

Ashley stood in the ballroom as she watched the guests enjoy their evening. Francesca walked over to Ashley. "There is a young man upstairs. He's waiting for you," she informed. Ashley bit her lip and she nodded her head.

"Yes, milady," she answered.

Armando saw Ashley going up the stairs. "Francesca, you better not let any harm come to that girl," he cautioned.

"Cool your jets, she'll be fine," she assured him.

Ashley went into the room and she opened the door. She saw that the room was dark, except for the dim light on the nightstand on the table. "Hello?" She called.

"Go away," a voice answered.

Ashley saw a young man sitting on the bed. "Are you alright, sir?" She asked. The young man let out a sigh.

"I'm…just…thinking. I'm searching for some people," he replied.

"Oh?"

He pushed his long hair out of his face, only to have the long locks fall back over his face. Ashley walked over and she sat next to him on the bed. "A young girl with blonde hair…brown eyes…she should be fourteen now…" he trailed off. Ashley reached out and she touched his hair, it was so soft. She couldn't see the color of it because it was so dark in the room. But the dim light showed blonde. She bit her lip as she found herself touching his muscle arm. She gasped slightly when he placed his hands on her neck and kissed her. She found herself kissing him back. However, she pulled back and stood up.

"I--I'm sorry…" she trailed off.

The young man grabbed her hand. "No…look…I'm sorry," he murmured. Ashley bit her lip and she sat down next to him again. He kissed her again and before she could react, he pushed her back against the bed. His hand reached back and undid the sash around her waist. He ran his hand over her back, making her arch against him. He pulled away from her lips and he kissed her neck, collarbone, and throat. She ran her hands over his chest and ran her hands over his muscle stomach. He undid the back of her dress, pulling it down and removing it from her. She suddenly felt herself freeze under him, showing that this was her first. He pulled back. "We can stop…" he started.

"No," she answered.

She bit her lip as she turned to push him onto his back. She kissed his neck, nipping at his earlobe, and her nose bumped the two earrings. She nipped at his ear and she pulled on the earrings. She kissed back down his neck to his chest. She felt his hands roaming over her bare back and gasped when he brought his knee between her legs. She bit her lip as she reached down and removed the belt to his pants. She found it quite difficult to remove his pants, but she was able to get them off and she threw them aside next to her dress. He changed positions again, making him back on top. He kissed her lips briefly before kissing down her neck, kissing her chest, and her stomach before going back up to her mouth again. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He removed the rest of their clothes and he settled in between her legs. "We can stop yet," he stated. Ashley bit her tongue and she shook her head. He kissed her deeply before moving into her in one swift thrust, breaking her virgin barrier. She dug her nails into his back, her cries of pain were muffled in the kiss. They were still, very still for a few minutes before he started a pace that she soon followed. Her pain subsided and she started moaning a bit. After a few more minutes, they reached their climaxes and he collapsed on his arms so she didn't have to deal with his weight. He laid back on his back and Ashley laid on her side, staring at the far wall.

"What have I done? I've disgraced my family…" she thought.

She felt tears press against her eyes as she buried her head in the pillow, waiting for this stranger to go back to sleep. Once she heard his steady breathing, she slowly got out of bed. She pulled her clothes back on and tied the sash around her waist. She turned the light out and she left the room.

(Armando and Francesca's Room)

Armando sighed as he lied awake, staring at the ceiling. He heard footsteps going down the hall and he knew it was Ashley. He looked over to see Francesca asleep. He got up and pulled on his robe.

(Ashley's Room)

Ashley closed the door to her room and she went to take her dress off when she heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" She called.

"Armando," he answered.

Ashley quickly pulled the shoulder of her dress back on. "Come in, my lord," she told him. Armando came in and Ashley quickly bowed to him.

"Ashley, you don't need to bow to me," he assured her.

He helped her up from the floor. Ashley sighed. "I hope Francesca didn't make you do something you didn't want to," he told her. She shook her head.

"She didn't," she answered.

Ashley sat down on the bed. "You were in the Ambassador's son's room for awhile," he commented. Ashley felt her heart stop.

"A--Ambassador's son?" She asked.

Armando nodded. "He'll be leaving in the morning. He only came here for information," he replied. Ashley rubbed her arms. "Are you sure you're alright?" He asked.

"Yes," she replied.

She bit her lip and she rubbed her hands together. Armando kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, love," he murmured. Ashley nodded and watched him go. She laid down on her bed without changing and she cried softly.

"I'm sorry Andros…I'm so…sorry," she sobbed.