Dragon 9:27, 10th Solace

'Teyrna Mahria, Empress Celene would like to speak with you.' One of Celene's most trusted servant, Briala, came to Mahria when she was chatting with Anora. They shared puzzled gazes for a moment then Mahria turned to masked woman and nodded.

'Of course. Please guide me to Her Majesty.' Mahria went to Royal Wing. Briala guided her through the corridors and chambers to huge balcony, where Empress was sitting by small table and drank tea.

'Teyrna Mahira, please. Sit with me.' Celene gestured at chair on the other side of the table. 'Tea? It's Rivaini spice tea, special blend. I think it'll taste you, Teyrna.'

'Umm, thank you, Your Majesty.' Masked servant poured tea for Mahria and left two women alone. Celene regarded Mahria with smile and remained silent for a time.

'Teyrna, I have a favour to ask. Listen to me.' Celene started, still gazing at Mahria behind her mask. She straightened her position on the chair. 'It is rather delicate. I would like you to compete in Grand Tourney alongside with your husband. You see… my chevaliers grew very cocky and too proud to acknowledge that they are truly weak and stupid. I want to show them that ferelden warriors are far more better than them. You showed your skill last week. I think that your participation will show them what they really are.' Celene took a sip of tea and continued. 'You will hide your identity till the end. I'll arrange it that you will be in other group than your husband so when time comes you will fight with each other. I have this feeling both of you will reach finals.'

'That's a lot of trust, Your Majesty. What if I will fail? Mahria didn't know what to think about Empress offer. She wanted to fight, that was thing she was good in. But what would Loghain say about it?

'You won't, Teyrna. I think you will find your orleasians opponents weak and too proud to actually outmatch you.'

'Your Majesty, it's strange to hear you think so lowly about your chevaliers.' Celene smirked and shook her head. She stood up and paced around the balcony. Mahria was regarding Empress as she thought to herself. 'Maybe that's good idea after all. I'll show those orleasian idiots what it is to be ferelden warrior and woman.'

'So what you will say, Teyrna?'

'I accept. May I ask for some armor for tomorrow?'

'Of course. I don't want to reveal your identity. You will get separate tent when we reach battle grounds. And I pick my personal servants to attend to you. Briala!' Same masked woman who guided Mahria to Celene came instantly. 'Briala, dear, please take Mahria to armory. She can choose whatever she needs, prepare this equipment for tomorrow.'

Dragon 9:27, 11th Solace

PALACE, MAC TIR'S GUEST ROOM

'Wake up, Mahria.' Loghain tugged his wife arm softly. 'Wake up.' Mahria opened her eyes and looked around. It was still greyish. First rays of sun were still too dim.

'Love, what is it? I am early bird here.' She regarded his face with faint smile till she yawned and stretched on the bed. 'Mmm. I'm going to sleep a bit more.' She turned back on him and covered herself. But Loghain didn't want to allow her return to sleep. He pulled cover from her and smack her butt. Mahria turned to him and frowned. 'Hey!'

'No, my dear wife. I want you to help me to prepare. Come on! You always wake me up so early, now's my turn.' Mahria mumbled something in response but she stood up. When she was out from the bed she stretched her bones again. Then she approached stand with his armor and regarded it for a moment.

'Where is cloth for wiping? I need to take care of your armor. No one will tell that I don't take care of my husband.' She found material and wiped some smudges from Loghain's silverite while he put on himself undergarment. When he was ready he moved closer to her and waited till she will finish. But it took too long.

'It's fine. You've cleaned that spot few times already. Come on, today I want you to put it on me.'

'Mmm, maybe I should polish something else as well?' Mahria asked with lustful voice.

'When we will return I'll let you to polish whatever you want, but now get to work, Mahria.' Woman started to put parts of armor on Loghain. She was smiling warmly, putting each part with care, tieing every lace precisely.

'Done. You look amazing as always.'

'Good. Now change. I'll sit here and watch a bit.' Mahria only laughed and shook her head. She stripped, looking from time to time into his icy blue eyes. Then she put on her purple dress and her silverite chestpiece with wyvern. 'I'm so lucky you are here. All of those bastards are green of envy every time they look at us. Especially at you, my beautiful. You are my treasure.'

'And you are swank who only want to show off.' Mahria laughed. 'But here, in Orlais, I'll allow you to do so.'

'I'm much obliged, Teyrna.' Loghain stood up and approached her. He pulled her up and kissed deeply. 'For good luck.' She nodded. Soon Maric came to their chamber to take them for a breakfast. After meal they had to go to battle grounds.

BATTLEGROUNDS

'Teyrn Loghain, please come with me to your tent.' Servant came to Loghain and guided man to tent where he would await for his turn. Maric, Anora and Alistair went to platform, where they had their place beside Empress Celene. One of Celenes trusted servants approached quickly to Mahria and silently pointed here where she should go. They used commotion to vanish before Maric or Anora would find her disappearance. When Mahria was already in her tent she looked at armor she choose.

'Please help me quickly with it.' Three servants helped here to change and soon she was wearing full plate with helmet covering her face and hair. 'So what's next?' She turned to servants. One of them explained.

'Soon, Her Majesty will announce start of Grand Tourney. Herald will read the rules and everything will begin. We wish you luck, Teyrna.' They bowed and backed to the corner of the tent. Mahria took her sword and dagger and put them in the sheaths. She waited till servants gestured her to leave on the battlefield. When eight contestants gathered, Empress stood up.

'My dear friends! Today I won't speak in our native language as we have royal guests from Ferelden. We also have special contestant, champion from Ferelden, chosen by King Maric himself. Let's greet Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir, Hero of River Dane.' Loud applause broke from the audience. Loghain just made one step forward and nodded his head, no one could see his face as everyone wore their helmets already. 'Now, let's listen to rules and start our Grand Tourney! I wish everyone best of luck!' When Empress Celene sat down, herald walked to the center of training ground to face competitors.

'First I will read names of our champions.' Man started to read names alongside with many titles every competitor had. 'And last but not least, Champion of Her Majesty, Empress Celene herself.' Whispers broken from the crowd. At that time Maric looked around to find Mahria, but he couldn't spot her. He leaned to Celene with sterned face.

'Celene, my dear friend. Don't tell me you choose Teyrna Mahria for your champion.' Celene smiled at him and nodded. She placed her finger on her lips. 'I see… Loghain will be mad.' After a moment herald explained the rules.

'As for rules. There are two groups made of four warriors. They are divided in pairs. Each pair fights till winner will be concluded. Winners from each pair will fight in semi-finals. Winners from semi-finals will fight in final match. When one pair is fighting everyone else must remain in their tents. It's forbidden to watch other fights. Is everything clear?' When everyone nodded Celene stood up again.

'Let the Grand Tourney begin!' After that every contestants went to their tents. First two warriors were from Orlais. Maric watched their fight, but it was nothing special. Next one was Loghain and some orlesian chevalier. That was quite a spectacle. As always he was amazed by his friend power and speed. Loghain won inevitably and quick, as his opponent lacked in experience and strength.

'Winner is Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir of Ferelden!' Herold exclaimed loudly. Audience bellowed happy cheers. Then another pair of orleasians fought with each other. Mahria and her opponent where the last pair.

'Maker, I can't watch it.' Maric put his hand on his cheek. His eyes were wide from shock. 'I can't believe it's her.' Celene only giggled at his words. King watched with amazement as feminine warrior took her position. Soon battle started. Mahria was really quick and precise in her strikes. She used both dagger and sword. Her opponent soon grew angry at her quick strikes and backing down. He grew also tired and made a terrible mistake. Mahria used that opening to give him her mighty blow and finished the match. 'Whoa! Loghain, you lucky bastard!' Maric watched whole Mahria's match with amazement it was long ago when he saw her fighting style. It improved over the years. 'I bet Loghain showed her some of his tricks and moves.'

'Winner is Champion of Empress Celene! Semi-finals starts now!' In next match Loghain fought with winner from the first skirmish. He was more experienced and it took Loghain more time to win over him. But still it wasn't hard. Chevalier made few mistakes that could allow Mac Tir to gain advance. Audience shouted every time Loghain let his blows on the opponent. 'Why they cheering me and not that fop?' He wondered every time he overheard loud cheers from gathered nobles. When he won he looked at Empress Celene and Maric. He tried to found Mahria, but she was nowhere around. 'Where is that crazy woman? Maybe she wanted to watch from better place. I bet she's hiding somewhere in the bushes.' Herald appeared next to him. 'Winner is Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir of Ferelden! He will fight in the finals!' Loghain stepped down to his tent. The last fight of semi-finals started few moments later. Mahria left her tent and walked to the center. She regarded her adversary for a moment. When they started she circled around him, as she didn't want to came close. He was wielding great-sword. 'I need to act like Loghain. And try to flank him… maybe I should concentrate on the back?' Few times she launched an attack to jump backward as great-sword swung next to her. 'Time to choose tactic, my dear.' She smirked to herself. 'Let's tire him up. He can't swing that huge sword all day long.' Mahria started her dance around man. From time to time loud noise of steel hitting the steel rang in awestrucked audience's ears. She jumped to the left and circled man, he was growing tired. 'I won't make same mistake as back then. Loghain looked tired but he wasn't.' Mahria decided to tire man even more. He wanted to reach her with his mighty swings but each time she eluded them gracefully, making crowd gasp in shock. Soon she saw that his hands are shaking and he's not so precise as he was earlier. 'Now!' She dashed to him, he made a swing but she jumped to the right. He didn't turn to face her fast enough and she was already at his back. Her dagger was near his throat. In the same time her sword was pointing his side. Huge applaus broke from audience. Maric again was stunned by Mahria's performance. 'Winner is Champion of Empress Celene! After an hour finals will start. Now participants will rest!'

'You smart minx! You have learned your lessons well!'

'My champion is really something, don't you think, Maric?' When King turned to Celene she winked to him and they both started to laugh. 'I wonder how she will fight with you champion.'

'We will see soon enough, I wager. They know each other styles… I can assure you it will be amazing performance.' Maric nodded to Celene. It was so long since he saw such splendid fights. Last time was in Highever, four years ago. After an hour both Loghain and Mahria appeared on battleground. Mac Tir regarded his opponent for a moment. 'Woman?' Soon their fight begun. Mahria was trying to change her movement, her husband knew too well how she move and fight. 'Fight in different style, girl, don't forget who's your opponent.' She was close to him, she didn't want to perform her dance with swords. Their weapons clenched with loud noises. Sometimes she tried to stab him with dagger but he always blocked it with his shield. In one of such attempts Loghain's sword made a cut in her armor. She regarded her bleeding wound and that was it. She lost it, she forgot to change her behaviour and circled him striking from time to time as she always did. 'No, it can't be. I know those movements!' Loghain thought to himself and anger started to build in him. 'Mahria… I'll show you now.' In a second he dashed to her. His rise his sword up and hit with might. She blocked hit with her sword and dagger, but she knew she lost. His sword made her kneel on one knee, and then he bashed her from the left with his shield. Both her weapons flow away. Loghain approached her, pointing sword at her throat.

'Winner is Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir of Ferelden! True warrior master!' Herald shouted to shocked audience. People remained silent. Loghain moved even closer to Mahria and took her helmet with might. Her hair fall onto her arms and face. He pulled her up like a rag doll then he took off his helmet and looked at her. Mahria felt that something is wrong… his eyes were cold and furious.

'Orleasian bitch.' He murmured and turned from her. She moved few feets back and fell onto the ground. Mahria sat there, not able to move. She realised what she have done. It was too late.

'Maker… no.'

PALACE, MAC TIR'S GUEST ROOM

Both Marhria and Loghain didn't talk with each other until they came to their room. Mahria came later as she went to Anders to let him heal her wound. When she came to chamber Loghain was sitting on the bed, still wearing his armor. Woman approached him to start untie straps of his armors but he catched firmly her hands. She moved her eyes to look into his face. He grimaced when their eyes meet. 'Do not touch me. Ever again.'

'Loghain, love… please let me-' He pushed her back and stood up.

'Shut up, orleasian bitch. I don't care what you have to say. Listen to me now. You betrayed me.' His voice was suppressed by anger. He didn't shout and it was even worse. 'You fought for orleasian Empress. You betrayed Ferelden. I won't forgive you that! Filthy traitor. You can go and fuck those bastards because you won't get anything from me anymore. We will continue to be married but mark my words, Mahria. You are not my wife. I don't consider you as such. And you are nor my friend or ally or whatever you wanted to be.'

'But, Loghain. Listen to me, please!' Mahria tried to come closer to him but she was pushed away again.

'Shut your filthy face. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Just one more thing. When we will return to Ferelden we will fake that everything is fine for children, because they should think that we are still in love. They deserve it. But I don't want to be near you in private. For what you did… I despise you. From all people, the one who betrayed me is my dear wife… that's unacceptable. Again you showed me that you're spoiled and do whatever you want. Maker... I could kill you! You haven't even thought about twins. What would happened to them if you died there? They are small. They need mother.' He gasped and paused for a moment to catch an air. 'You will always think about yourself, you fucking self-centered bitch.' He dashed to the doors and left. She shouted to him, but he didn't turn back.

'No! Loghain! Come back! No! No… no...' Tears of pain and misery fall on her cheeks like a river. 'It wasn't like that… come back… Maker... I made it again… I lost him.' Mahria couldn't stop them for hour until she was so exhausted of crying that she fell asleep.

KING'S GUEST CHAMBER

Loghain stormed through the doors to Maric chamber. Maric was already preparing himself to go to sleep but when he saw friends face he knew that it will be postponed. 'Loghain, what happened?'

'That bitch, she betrayed me.' Loghain growled loudly. His anger almost made Maric fall on the ground.

'What bitch? Who are you talking about?'

'Fucking Mahria Mac Tir!' He almost spit that name, like it was something vile. 'Was it your decision to let her fight?'

'No, I learned about it during Tourney… from Celene. She was the one who asked Mahria to fight.' Loghain narrowed his eyes, they were radiating with hatred. 'Loghain… what have you done?'

'And what do you think I could done? I said to her that she's betraying bitch. That I don't want to have anything in common with her except twins. That I don't consider her as a wife anymore.' Maric opened his mouth with shock. He shook his head slowly as words of Loghain reached him.

'No… you didn't… it's not possible… you love her!'

'Not anymore, Maric.'

'Are you an idiot?! She's your wife! She loves you! And you love her too! Go to her… try to forget about it!' King stood up and started to shook Loghain by his arms. 'Are you sodding imbecile?! Or did your heart fell somewhere on the battleground?!'

'Maric...you have interfered in my life for a long time… I made a lot of decisions because of you. I even marry that bitch because you and Anora set me up in your scheme. But it ends here. You won't interfere anymore. I made my decision and it's final. And I want to return to Ferelden tomorrow or day after tomorrow. I don't want to be here anymore. Now pour me something… I need a drink.'

'Fine. I'll arrange our departure. In two days we will leave.' After hours they spend in drinking in silence Loghain stood up and left. He went to his chamber where Mahria was already sleeping. He took his armor and sat on the chair where he fell asleep as well.

Dragon 9:27, 13th Solace

Maric kept his promise to Loghain and they left Olrais quickly. Anora was puzzled about her father's and Mahria behaviour. She came to Maric to get some informations about why they left so soon and what happened between Loghain and Mahria. 'Uncle, can I come in?'

'Yes, come my dear.' Maric was sitting on chair in his cabin. Somehow he didn't want to look at devastated Mahria. He wanted to do something but it was impossible.

'Uncle, please, tell me… what's going on. Why Father have separate cabin? Why Mahria is so absent and sad?' Anora sat next to Maric and waited for a moment. Maric was looking at her with serious gaze.

'Anora… it's… complicated. Your father... He...' Maric stopped as he was speechless. It was hard to explain to Loghain's daughter how cruel he was to his wife.

'Uncle…?'

'I don't know what to say, Anora. I… broke them. I took them here and I broke them. It's all my fault. I'm the sole reason why Loghain makes painful decisions in his life...' Maric couldn't stop tears flowing from his tears. 'I'm old idiot who betrayed your father yet again. He… he pushed Mahria away. He said that he doesn't consider her a wife. Because she betrayed him and Ferelden. Because she fought in that fucking Tourney.'

'What?!' Anora shouted at Maric. She knew her father, she also knew he would react to Mahria's part in Tourney would make him furious… but still his reaction was more than she could ever imagine. 'Father did that?! I can't believe it! How could he do that to her?'

'Anora… please support her. And do not interfere. He forbid me that and I'm certain he will say the same to you. I just pray to the Maker, that they will solve it somehow.'

Dragon 9:27, 27th Solace

Those past days were pure torment to Mahria. Loghain didn't talk to her. He hid himself in his cabin for almost whole time. Anora was near her, she tried to cheer her up but it was futile. Nothing could make her forget hateful gaze of her husband, his words full of despise… her heart broke into pieces. And she blamed herself so much. Anora tried to stop her from blaming but no argument reached Mahria. She didn't even noticed they were almost at the palace. Suddenly one of the gourd dashed to them with fear on his face. 'Your Majesty! We are under attack!'

'What?! What's going on?'

'A witch, Your Majesty. Witch attacked Royal Palace. She barricaded doors. Prince Cailan and about ten guardsmen are inside.' Morrigan looked at the doors to Palace. She whispered something and huge fireball fired onto the doors, leaving only huge hole. Everyone dismounted their horses in haste and took random weapons they could obtain. Mahria was holding her ironbark bow and took quiver with arrows. Anders pulled his staff. Loghain and Maric took their swords and dashed to Palace.

'Anora, wait here! Alistair protect her.' Loghain ordered his daughter and young Theirin. When they entered they could overhear shouts in Great Hall. They ran quickly to that destination. What they saw was unbelievable. Bodies of the guards were scattered around great hall. Above them giant trees were standing. Cailan was lying motionless on the ground and next to him was a woman. She stretched her hand above him, magically draining blood from prince body toward glass bottle.

'Yavanna!' Morrigan shouted at woman. Witch turned her head to Morrigan and smiled mischievously.

'Isn't it my dear sister… Morrigan is your name, I think.' Yavanna put the bottle on the ground and stopped her spell. She approached them, still smiling. 'You were favoured by mother for too long. She had such expectations toward you… yet you betrayed her and fell from grace. Now is my time! And you won't stop me or Flemeth! Fight!' Trees started to move toward them with cracking sounds.

'Morrigan fight with her! Anders heal and fight as well. Maric, we will deal with those trees.' Loghain ordered and fight begun. They tried to cut those trees but they were too large.

'Anders!' Mahria shouted to the mage. 'Can you put our weapons on fire?'

'Of course, Teyrna!' Anders whispered some words and swords of Maric and Loghain lighted with flames. Mahria arrows also started to burn. She dashed to balcony to had better aim. Fire was dealing great damage to trees as they started to burn. Marhia aimed arrow after arrow to trees and then she also aimed at Yavanna. Morrigan was fighting with her sister in a fierce battle and she started to outmatch her. Mahria shouted in shock when Morrigan changed into big spider and bit Yavanna in her throat. Blood gushed from that place. Mahria aimed her arrow at witch heart and fired it. It was over. Yavanna fall, motionless. When she did so, trees disappeared, leaving burned traces on the floor. Maric turned to his son. He run to his body, and soon after everyone was next to Cailan.

'Cailan… son... wake up!' Maric tugged his son by clothes. 'Anders, heal him. Bring him back!'

'Yes, Your Majesty.' Mage kneeled next to Prince body and casted his spell. After few moments, he looked at King. 'I… can't bring him back… we were too late… His spirit passed through the Fade… I can't reach him any longer.'

'Try again, damn it!' Healer casted spell again. This time he waited longer but still nothing happened.

'I'm sorry… Your Majesty.' Maric fall onto Cailan body and wept. Everyone regarded this scene with tears in their eyes. Mahria turned around and went to bring Anora and Alistair to Great Hall. When they came there Anora dashed to Cailan and Maric. She also bursted into tears.

'No! No!' She fall next to the body and embraced Maric backs. Mahria looked at them for a moment then turned back. It was too much for her. First Loghain turned from her… now Cailan was dead. Eventhough he was an arse toward her she didn't want him dead… especially not like that. He was her and Anora childhood friend alongside with Nathaniel. And now… he was lying cold on the ground… with his blood drained by a witch. That was really peak of her misery.

Dragon 9:27, 1st August

'Gareth! Ailis!' Mahria dashed to carriage where her mother was holding twins. She took both of them into her arms and hold them for so long. Children were hugging their mother and repeated 'Ma-ma' from time to time. 'I won't leave you. Ever again!' Images of Cailan's death were coming to her mind. She couldn't imagine her children in such situation… and she didn't want to. To see childs death… it was an horror. After a moment Mahria parents and Fergus approached Mahria and twins.

'Mahria… is it true? We heard some rumors on our way… but...' Bryce didn't want to believe that Prince Cailan, heir to the throne was now dead.

'Yes… Father… I saw it with my own eyes.' Mahria hold her tears for long but she was at her limits. She started to cry so Eleonora took twins from her embrace.

'Hush, child.' Bryce hugged his daughter. 'Do not cry. I know you experiencing hard times, especially when you are also mother… but it was will of the Maker… and twins are safe. Don't cry. Where is Loghain?' Mahria stiffened at that question but she quickly regained her composure.

'He's with Maric.' She paused to let few sobs from her. 'He will come to the great hall shortly. Let's go inside. Come to mommy, Gareth.' With Gareth in her arms she lead her the rest to Great Hall. They waited for Loghain for a while. When he saw twins he also dashed to them.

'My princess, soldier… you're safe.' He kept twins in his arms and smiled when they shouted to him 'Da-da!'. He took both of them in his arms and approached Teyrn Cousland. 'Bryce… there will be funeral today. Pyre is ready… I...'

'I'm so sorry, Loghain. I know you raised Cailan with Maric after Rowan's death. I'm so sorry for your loss. How is Maric?' Bryce patted his arm lightly. 'And how is Anora feeling?'

'Maric… he's in stupor… like when Rowan died. And Anora… To be honest… I don't know. I took care of Maric. Ask Mahria, she was with Anora.'

'She's devastated… Like we all are.' Mahria replied, avoiding looking at Loghain. They talked about funeral for a moment then Mahria and Loghain took twins to have some alone time with them. Mahria felt huge relief as she could spent some time with her husband and twins and forget about her pain. As he said, they acted like they used to in front of the children. Later Siria took care of Gareth and Ailis, because Teyrns Mac Tir had to attend funeral of Cailan. His Pyre was built outside of Denerim, on the flat land where whole Denerim and all nobles, who could get there, gathered for funeral. Whole Ferelden wept for King's loss.

MAC TIR'S BEDCHAMBER

Mahria was alone. Loghain haven't came to her since return to Ferelden. She was shocked when he appeared in chamber. But it was brief. 'You will go to Gwaren next week. I arranged ship for you. You will take twins, Anora and Alistair.' Mahria only nodded. He left moment later without any more word.

Dragon 9:27, 8th August and afterward

Mahria left Denerim with twins. Anora and Alistair stayed in Gwaren till Loghain came there. He ordered to go back and take care of Maric. After Anora left Mahria felt really lonely. Loghain still didn't talk to her when they were alone. She could only talk with Rieska and Anders. She sworn to herself she will be better mother to twins. Mahria gave up her patrolling… she rather started to look after city itself, like founding the orphanage or Ander's clinic and taking care of people's needs. Although citizens notices her strange behaviour and sad eyes, no one dared to ask what was reason behind it. Her eyes brightened up only when she was with twins, that kept her motivated to live. The worst thing for her was when Loghain returned to Gwaren he tossed all her things from his chamber and locked doors between their rooms. That was blow that made so much pain in her heart that she thought she will die. Mahria cried in the night for weeks… only to stop, when she realised that it won't change anything. She lost him, and it was entirely her fault.

Dragon 9:28, 15th Guardian

Loghain was in his study until late night. He realised it was really really late so he went to his chamber. Mac Tir started to take of his clothes when he overheard shouts behind doors to Mahria's chamber. 'Nooo! Loghain! Nooo.' He unlocked the door and entered the chamber. Dim moonlight was enlightening her sleeping face. She had a nightmare. He regarded her for a moment then he realised that urge to have her took him over. He climbed on her bed and started to kiss her feverishly. Mahria woke up startled to see Loghain on her. 'Loghain… beloved… I...' She wanted to speak more but his hand stopped her.

'Shut up.' Without any other talk he begun to kiss her neck. His hand untied laces of her nightgown and he pulled it up. She helped him to take it of. Then he leaned to kiss and suck her breasts. With one move he took of her smallclothes and moved his hand to rub her between her legs. Soon she was all wet. He didn't bother to ask about permission and just entered her. Loghain moved his mouth to claim hers and then he felt salty taste. 'She's crying… Maker what I am doing?' But even though Mahria was crying she also moaned from pleasure and he couldn't make himself to stop. It was far too late for that. He took her rapidly and firmly. Her moans made him yearn for more. Soon they reached their climaxes. Mahria moved her hand and started to stroke his hair for a moment. But it didn't last long as he stood up and left, locking the door again. He could hear her sobbing. 'It's your punishment, Mahria… and mine as well.'