Melissa Spatiatis.
I stand before the mirror, and my gaze is drawn inexorably to the mark on my neck. It seems different from the rest. It is different from the rest. As we were in the midst of passion, I didn’t get the time to feel any sting but now that my eyes are clear, it’s deeper. I adjust the strap of my dress back to its place when the door opens and Pletora comes in.
“There you are…” she says, closing the door behind her
“What’s happening?” I ask.
“It’s Elizabeth. She is stressed from the fight that will happen today with the king. She has been putting us to work, she can’t take a seat.” Pletora says, exhaling.
“Oh, there is that.” I murmur.
“She’s asking for you. And I am done for the day, I’m taking a nap.” Pletora says, sitting on my bed and taking her shoes off.
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