The body and the mind shall not desire opposites, for one controls the other.
"I'd rather not live." Blaire thought to herself.
Without even realising it, she had thrown him a dark scowl, it was deeply galling just how everyone wanted to control her. A few seconds of silence followed and Blaire diverted her eyes elsewhere, before she could even wonder what was to ensue, the King was on top of her. So swiftly, at lightening speed, he had pinned both his hands at the sides of her head and he hovered over her, wedging his leg between her thighs and spreading them open. Blaire yelped in shock, crude panic fogged her thoughts as the king tugged at the helm of her nightie so aggressively and threatened to rip it apart.
"Why are you undressing me?" She was naive, but not stupid. She knew
