Isabel's body shook and flinched with shock. She did not want to believe what had been done to her. Her entire life had been destroyed in a span of only two days. Logan calmed his breathing and brushed his hair back and composed himself. He leans forward and planted a kiss on Isabel's forehead, "You are so beautiful, Isabel. I wish I had more time to stay with you, but alas my duties as king must come first." He walked to the door, but turned back to her, "You need not worry about the commotion we made, I sent everyone away from this wing. Now, return to your chambers. I will meet you again, soon Isabel." He quietly exited the room, leaving Isabel completely bare and in a stunned state.

Her mouth was still agape and her breath was deep, but staggered. She was deeply ashamed of her actions with her brother. The act was vile and monstrous. She hated how she moaned her brother's name. She slowly sat herself up. The floor was covered in her now tattered clothes, she let her head hang and closed her eyes. What had happened to her? Why had the world done this to her? She was a woman of kindness and gentile, what had the gods against her? She tried to hop off the war map, but fell on her stomach. Her lower region burned and ached and her legs were sore and bruising. She felt like a common whore, used for her body then left alone on the floor. She noticed the now dry blood stains on the dark carpet. She felt the tears weld in her eyes, and quickly turned her head away from the sight. She used her elbows to prop herself up. She saw the dried blood and semen on her thighs. She closed her eyes and held her head in her hands. She tried to control her breathing and sobs. She thought of Darien and what he would say if he found out back this. She bit her lip, he would be furious and livid. He would be ashamed of her. Isabel thought of Elliot. Oh gods, Elliot! If he knew, if he was watching her from above-Isabel couldn't fathom the idea of Elliot knowing.

"Oh gods Elliot...I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry! Please forgive me! I-I didn't want to do this...please! Don't be angry with me...!" Isabel panicked. "Elliot...please forgive me..." Isabel sobbed hoping Elliot would forgive her if he saw what her and Logan had done. She shakily got up, holding her ground. She gathered what little items of clothing she could and slipped them on. The only item that was left untouched, was her blue and silver beaded head piece. She looked like a wench, a broken and beaten wench. She wobbled over the door, and opened it slightly making sure there was not a soul to witness her in this state. She quietly left the war room and headed up the stairs, making sure to take a lesser known route.

Isabel used the wall for support as she walked. She stumbled with her feet and leaned against her door. She fumbled to open her door, and almost fell against her tiled floor. She quickly shut her door, not wanting anyone to see her. Her hands trembled against her door. She felt dirty and disgusting. She slowly opened the door that connected to her washroom. She ran the water and sat on the edge of the cold white marble. She wished her life would come to an end. She wished someone would end her. She could not live with herself knowing her purity was robbed by her brother.

She slowly sunk her nude body in the cold water. The chill felt soothing against her bruised skin. She took a deep breath and rested her head back. She closed her eyes trying to calm her nerves. She could not understand why her brother would force himself upon her. She never took notice in this behavior before. Had he always thought of her in such a way? She felt a shiver run up her spin at the thought of her brother lusting for her. But, he no longer had to lust for her. He took her, and Isabel would never forget his touch and the feeling of him ripping her. Her opened her eyes and stared at the plain ceiling. Her felt her heart jump at the sound of her door opening and closing. She quickly sat up and turned her head towards her washroom door. She recalled Logan informing her he would be back. Her panic levels sky rocketed and could feel her heart trying to leap out of her chest. The door opened and her body went numb with felt all the oxygen escape her body.

"Princess?" Her maid's voice rang. Isabel exhaled and the color returned to her face.

"Oh um, I'm in the bath." Isabel said composing her voice. She could not tell anyone of her and Logan's affair. They would shun her and label her a slut. She must keep things quiet, she can't let her people know of this, the kingdom was in a terrible state and did not need to sink any further.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry for my interruption. Shall I return later?"

"No! I mean..." Isabel calmed her voice, she was scared to be alone right now, but did not want to show it, "Could you prepare my nightgown? I'll be slumbering early this evening."

"Of course, your grace. I will prepare your bed as well." Her maid said closing the washroom door. Isabel let out a sigh and leaned back down. She hated how she could not tell anyone of this horrific event, and yet the fear of telling someone was too great. She feared her kingdom would fall even further. She slowly got out of the chilled water, wrapping her long auburn hair in a towel. She looked at her bruised body in the mirror and frowned deeply. She quickly engulfed herself with a long robe, hiding her wounds and her love bites. She turned her head towards the door hearing two knocks.

"Enter." Isabel said softly.

Her maid entered, "Are you ready to be dressed, you grace?''

"N-No, you may leave. I will dress myself." Isabel stuttered not wanting anyone to see her body.

"Oh...well sleep well your grace." her maid said before exiting her room.

Isabel slumped her shoulders and left her washroom. She slowly dressed herself in her smooth purple nightgown. The cool satin made her skin feel wonderful. Though her body still ached greatly, and her footing still wobbled. She removed the towel from her head letting her long hair fall past her waist. She stood in her room for a moment, before slowly covering herself with her soft sheets. She rest her head on her pillow and closed her eyes. Her thoughts moved to her mother and father. She missed them dearly. She remembered her strong father, a noble and strong man while her mother was soft spoken and gentle. She aspired to be just like her mother, but she could not now. Her mother was pure of sin, and now Isabel was full of it. The only ones she would trust with the sin would be with her parents, but they were gone. She desperately wanted them to hold her, like when she was a child, but this wish would never be true. Isabel's thoughts eventually lead her to her dreams

Isabel screamed as Logan violated her again and again. The pain was unreal, and horrific. Her mounted her fiercely and with total dominance. She pleaded and pleaded with him to cease, but to no avail. His hands bruised her thighs and her loin ached and burned.

Isabel screamed in her sleep awaking her many maids, "Please your grace calm yourself! Please awake!" The held down her thrashing limbs. Isabel struggled strongly, still trapped in her nightmare.

"Call the doctor! She won't calm down!" One hollered to another. A small maid ran out of the room in a flash running to fetch the doctor. Isabel's back arched as her screams roared. The maids pushed back the hair in her face, and held her down as tight as they were able. Her fingers curled and her palms sweat.

The doctor threw open the doors, "Stay clear! Stay clear! Notify the King of this immediately!" the doctor ordered pushing past the crowding nurses by the door. "Hold her down! I need to examine her!" Isabel struggled against her restraints crying and screaming bloody murder. Her screams could pierce the deff and shatter the ears of giants. The doctor wasted no time in examining her body, he took notice of her bruising, but did not concentrate on them much.

"What is the commotion! What has happened?" Logan's voice called.

"Your Majesty, it is the Princess she-!" The young maid was pushed aside as Logan entered the room.

"Is my sister alright? What is wrong with her!?" Logan demanded from the doctor.

"Your Majesty, she is experiencing a catastrophic night terror."

"Help her! Do not stand at the wayside!" Logan ordered.

"I-I am trying Your Majesty, but we could give her a sedative."

"Give it to her." Logan demanded,

"Y-Yes Your Majesty, though she will be very weak-"

"Do it, you fool! Do not hesitate!" Logan yelled.

"Y-Yes at once..." The doctor pulled out a syringe "Hold her steady." He ordered the maids. Isabel thrashed her body trying to relieve herself of the hold. The doctor put the needle to her skin and injected her with the liquid it contained. Isabel strained and her screamed turned into crack of sounds. Her back fell to her mattress and her body twitched. The maids slowly let go of their hold.

"Back away from her! Give her air!" Logan yelled, "Isabel? Can you hear me?" Logan questioned putting his hand on her forehead.

Isabel uttered almost inaudible sounds, "Hnng.."

Logan's expression changed back to his normal stone look, "Leave us, I will see to her." The maids and the doctor hesitated before quietly leaving the two alone. Logan slid on her bed next to her. He ran his hand through her long hair, like he used to do when the two much younger. Isabel whimpered and made soft crying sounds.

"Hush Isabel, be calm. You are safe." Logan looked to her face, even in this state he saw her as flawless beauty. "Remember I would do this when we were just children? It always made you feel better. Oh my poor sweet Isabel, do not tremble. Your hair has grown much," Logan changed the subject, "It is so beautiful... just like you."

He brought his face close to hers, "I have always found you beautiful, out of all the girls in Albion, you are most beautiful." He placed his lips upon hers, "Even now, I cannot resist you." He slowly rests himself in between her legs. He planted his lips on her soft neck. The sleeping Isabel let out small moans. The King continued this act feeling his erection grow against her clothed thigh. He spread her legs further apart and grinded himself against her womanhood. Isabel whimpered at his touch.

"Gods Isabel..." Logan moaned, "Awake so I can gaze into your eyes. Gods..." He grinded harder against her griping her hips tightly. He desperately wanted her to awake so he could take her again. He reclaimed her lips fiercely. Isabel moaned instinctively. He wanted her touch, he needed her touch. He moved his lips once again to her neck, trailing them up and down.

"El..Elliot..." Isabel moaned out. The King stopped. He pulled his head back with shock over taking his face.

"Why do you moan another's name? His name?! Why do you love him! A boy who could give you so little, while I can give you everything! A Kingdom, a castle, a world full of anything you desire! And yet, you choose to love him!" The King frustratedly uttered. "By the Gods Isabel, why reject my love?!...Even though that boy is dead you would still choose him! No, I will not have that!" He roughly grabbed her hips once more. "I will have you Isabel, body and heart." Logan began to pull her dress up her thighs. Isabel's eyes opened.