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    Jillian was staring down at her plate, her emotions thrown into turmoil from Henry's outburst. The pain between her legs wasn't helping either. The cold, hard wood of the chair pressed into her softness cruelly.

    She shook her head softly, unable to answer.

    "I see. The Duke was the one you were to marry?"

    She nodded softly.

    "Did you love him?"

    Jillian shook her head. She'd been fond of the Duke but they'd barely known each other. Last night had practically erased him from her mind, until now. She hated the pain she'd heard in his voice.

    "Ah. That's good. I didn't think so, from the way you and his highness crackled and popped."

    Jillian looked at the older woman, who was smiling slightly.  

    "I did not!"

    Sephina only laughed.  

    "You did well last night, I can tell."

    Jillian shot her another look. She was doing her best not to look at the Prince but she felt his eyes on her. Her cheeks were warm suddenly.

    "How could you tell that? From the screaming match in the hallway?"

    "No, I was at breakfast and the Prince looked happier than I've ever seen him."

    Jillian swallowed. She wanted him to be happy... but she was in such turmoil.

    "But you don't"

    Jillian sipped the wine they brought her. She drank it swiftly, hoping it would settled her nerves.

    "Something else is bothering you, I can tell."

    "How do you do that?"

    Jillian stared at Sephina with fond exasperation. The older woman smiled.

    "Years of practice. Now tell me."

    "Last night was... unexpected."

    "Yes?"

    "Yes. You were right. He doesn't hate me. He was... kind."

    Sephina nodded.  

    "I knew he would be. So, what is wrong? You did not enjoy his lovemaking?"

    Jillian finished her wine and another glass was immediately poured for her.

    "No, I did. Much more than I thought I would. But-"

    Sephina raised her eyebrow, waiting.

    "Something is wrong now. I- I hurt."

    The color drained from Sephina's face. That alone made Jillian's pulse race. Nothing so far had made the King's Sofriquette so much as blink.

    "How many times did you make love last night?"

    "Five times, I think. Maybe more. The last time went on for over an hour."

    Sephina cursed under her breath.

    "My dear, this is not good. He should have been more careful. A woman needs time to recover after making love, especially the first time."

    "But what can I do?"

    Sephina glanced at the Prince and groaned.

    "I'm afraid you will have to risk his displeasure and tell him. He will be very disappointed but he won't want to harm you."

    Jillian risked a peek at the Prince. He was gazing at her with sensual intent. She inhaled as his eyes drifted over her body. He was undressing her with his mind she could tell. Probably everyone in the room knew what he was doing. She felt warm all over and very, very alarmed.

    Sephina had also noticed.

    "Oh dear. I wish they would have let me instruct you. There are other ways to give him release and pleasure but you must know how."

    "Can you tell me now? Please? I can't risk angering him."

    Sephina shook her head sadly.  

    "There's no time. Look, he's already leaving."

    She was right. The guards were there to collect her before lunch was even over. The Prince was staring at her, a hard look on his face. He was impatient to make love again.

    Jillian followed the guards as they took the spiral staircase to her room, the Prince close behind her. At least they were going back to her chamber... maybe she could take more of that medicine...

    She shivered, suddenly afraid. He didn't want to hurt her, he wouldn't do so deliberately she knew. But it was against the rules for her to say anything to dissuade him.

    The guards opened her door and they stepped inside. The Prince frowned as her maids leapt forward with her new collar and cuffs.

    "Shall we try these now your highness? We can adjust the size before dinner if need be?"

    He nodded sharply and sat down, clearly annoyed. His eyes were on her as she stood stiffly, allowing