Excuse any spelling mistakes. I had to type this on my phone and it doesn't use auto-correct when doing so. I won't be able to update for a few days so this will have to tide my 1,000 + viewers.
Warning: chapter gets slightly M rated.
Every day had a routine.
Lara awoke, helped Teagen care for what laundry could be done, helped her light candles (under guard of course) and then Teagen would seperate herself from her Prize, to tend to her duties.
With days dragging without the insane bundle of joy, Lara tended to get curious. She was allowed from her room nowadays, but there were always plenty of guards around. But she didn't mind now that she had more breathing room. It was a priviledge she would not curse.
No more punishment.
Of course, her curiosity could just as easily get her into trouble.
And one day, it did.
She was prowling about the corridor on the top floor, eyeing the murals painted by unskilled hands. Her fingers ran over dry paint and her boots thumped rythmically against the ...thump...th-thump...thump...
Lara's steps faltered but the thumping kept its heavy, uneven pace. Her cheeks burned painfully and her gut twisted with what Teagen called 'butterflies' but that went with intimacy - right?
Despite her common sense screaming at her to run away, Lara continued down the corridor. No guards? No windows. No need. Lara swallowed, right hand running flat against the wall as she approached a cracked door.
Once she was practically flushed against it, Lara could smell scented candles and musk coming through the crack in the door. The scents didn't mix and Lara scrunched her nose, but her curiosity peeked with the crunch of springs.
She leaned forward, hands clammy, and her eyes widened at the show of skin.
This was her sacred privilege? ara would have screamed, but she didn't really know how to.
Amidst a bed of tangled sheets, Mathias bent over the small girl, her fingers curled on his shoulders. There were soft grunts coming from the both of them, Teagens sounding so dainty - fragile. Lara caught a brief glimpse of Teagen searching for his lips; once they connected, Lara turned and ran.
Like a child caught peeking on their Christmas presents.
She bolted last several guards and they almost stopped her, but noticed where she had come from. Some snickered, some conveyed brief sympathy.
But Lara didn't care.
She just wanted to get as far from that room as possible.
There was no questioning as to why Mathias kept such a vigilant watch on Teagen. She had been the first prize, his to claim. But, something seemed off about that.
Again, Lara didn't care.
She wanted to forget again.