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say. I am still very hurt and confused. I wish Lynette had not
said anything."
    "A lack of
knowledge would not change how Philip tends to you, or his love for you. That still
exists. It is you who has changed with this knowledge. He has never brought a
woman to meet me or my family. Only you. You have been the one on whom he had
his heart set since the first time he visited me. He was only sixteen, and he
traveled far and wide to find a gift for his endearing Little Monkey."
    "Really?"
Jane blinked through her tears. "Was that when he brought me that
doll?"
    "Yes. He
was so specific as to what he wanted. So much so, that I had an artisan come to
the palace and craft it."
    "You
did?"
    "I did.
There was little time to finish it, and so much to be done, so Philip put
needle to canvas, and helped sew on the glass beads which adorn the doll's
sari."
    Jane was
speechless. That doll went with her everywhere as a treasured possession, a
reminder that she had been thought of during the time that they were separated.
The knowledge that Philip had physically contributed to the little doll's
beauty astounded her.
    "He never
told me. No wonder he was so sad when the dog made a meal out of her."
    "I don't
know any sixteen year old boy who would have openly admitted to doing
needlework on a doll, do you?" Rama chuckled. "But that is how much
he loved you, even then. Will you consider allowing him a chance to prove
himself to you?"
    "Yes,"
Jane sighed. "I suppose I should. My anger does not erase the love I hold
for him."
    "Excellent."
He took her glass from her and made her stand up between his knees. "Now,
young lady, it is time for you and I to talk. You left the palace grounds
again."
    "Yes, but
I was so upset and hurt."
    "You could
have stayed in your chambers."
    "I did not
want Usha and the rest of them bothering me."
    "Jane…"
His voice took on a low warning.
    "Yes,
sir," Jane sighed, "I could have gone to my room and chose not to. I
just wanted to get away from all of it. If the road was not so far from town, I
probably would have ventured there, too."
    "That is
what I thought. What shall we do about this disobedience?"
    "I do not
think we should do anything,
Uncle."
    "True.
What do you think I should do about
this?"
    Jane bit her
lip, staring at the ground. She could not deny her curiosity about what a
spanking would feel like given by another man; especially after Lynette's
proclamation of how efficient the Raja was in that department. Her heart was also
aching, and the need to feel anything ,
even pain, was calling to her.
    "It's up
to you," she said quietly, wiping the remaining tears from her face with
the back of her hand.
    Rama stood to
distance himself, placing his hands on his waist as he paced the room in
thought. He paused to look at her. "Spankings, like lovemaking, follow
rituals in my home. Whether it be a young child or an errant wife, they are all
handled in the same manner. I consider you a member of this family and,
therefore, you shall receive the same treatment. Agreed?"
    "Yes,
Uncle Rama," Jane answered nervously. She felt a fine layer of
perspiration coat her body, and shivered. There was something menacing about
the Prince of State; something she had not noticed before. She immediately regretted
her situation.
    "The
position I choose is based on the transgression performed. For talking back and
rudeness, I will usually place the transgressor across my lap. For serious and
dangerous misdeeds, they are restrained over a device of some sort. In your
case, your disobedience demands not just pain, but a degree of humiliation. You
must learn that I am to be obeyed at all times. Not because I am the prince,
but because I am your protector and your friend. That is why I insist on you
calling me 'Uncle.'"
    Jane's hands
began to tremble. "I never made that connection. What are you going to do
to me?"
    He pulled a long, braided cord in the corner of the
room and summoned a servant, issuing orders under his breath. The man