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silver underthings on her, the lace scratching her erect nipples. When Marie, the third maid, knelt before her to apply the honey to her lips she gasped, the light touch causing pain to rock through her once again.

    The maids exchanged worried looks again but Jillian was too distracted to notice. Her nipples were so hard from the special cream they had applied. She wondered if she would ever get used to it.

    They draped a silver dress over her body. It clung to her breasts and exposed the skin on her back, similar to the gown from the night before. It seemed even more erotic to be dressed this way during the day...

    "Why are you preparing me this way now? Surely it can wait until dinner?"

    The maids looked away from her, even Claire. They lifted the collar over her neck, locking it into place.  

    "You can be called to service at any time, Sofriquette. In fact..."

    Jillian stared at the maid, realization dawning. She had said 'at any time.'

    At any time.

    "In fact, we were told to make you ready for this afternoon."

    Oh god.

    He was going to have her again. Soon. Of course he was. He had waited years apparently, unable to make love to anyone. The Royal penis being too precious to put just anywhere.

    Of course he'd had some sort of instructor, he'd told her about this all last night. But he'd not made love until her, only observed. They'd both been innocents last night in a way. It had been intoxicating. If she wasn't so sore, she would want to climb back into bed with him again too.

    She opened her eyes. Claire was staring at her.

    "You can't tell him."

    Jillian nodded. She knew that.

    "Just take a few drops of the opiate. It will help. We will be back later to fit you for a new collar and wrist cuffs."

    "Wrist cuffs?"

    "Yes. The Prince wants a full set made. Wrists, ankles and waist."

    "What for?"

    Claire just shook her head.

    "You'll see."

    Jillian stood and waited just inside the door. After a few moments the knock came and the Prince stepped inside. He stepped forward and embraced her quickly.  

    "Hello my pet."

    His warm voice tickled her ear. She smiled up at him as he stroked her face. He was so happy to see her. She could see the change in him. The Prince had always looked so serious, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Now he looked almost free.  

    He lifted the chain from his pocket and latched it to her collar. He ran the edge of his finger across her neck where the collar bit into her flesh.

    "We'll replace this later today."

    She nodded, her eyes on the gold chain as he let it run through his fingers.  

    "Come."

    She fell into step behind the guards, taking the same route to the dining hall as yesterday. There was something going on up ahead, a commotion. She recognized the voice that was raised in anger.

    Henry.

    "Take her into the dining room, quickly."

    She turned her head as they hurried through the great hall, seeing him there. Duke Henry was staring at her, his mouth agape. He took in her outfit as she froze, unable to take another step. His eyes flared as he noticed her nipples, barely covered by the flimsy dress she wore.

    "Lady Jillian!"

    He shouted and struggled against the guards who were holding him back.  

    Someone pulled on her chain sharply, making her look up. Valspar was pulling her forward, away from her former fiancé, away from the Prince who was striding across the room to his friend.

    "Henry, be reasonable."

    "You be reasonable! You could have any woman in the kingdom and you chose her?"

    "Well before you did. Come, let's talk."

    "There's nothing to talk about! You've made my fiance into your whore!"

    The sound of a punch landing solidly against Henry's jaw was all she heard.

    Jillian was seated with Sephina again. The whole room was silent as they waited for the Prince to join them. He came in a few minutes later, looking flushed. Everyone stood as he took the chain from Valspar and took his seat.

    "How are you feeling