My muscles contracted uncontrollably, my legs quivered and writhed together. I didn’t care. I forked my fingers to spread my nether lips, and I pushed two fingers into my tight virginity. Over the course of a month, I transformed my father into this ideal man. His breath was hot on my neck, his thrusts were unrelenting, I screamed and lurched, agony taking me. He took a grip of my hair and wrenched my head back, forcing me to look upside-down at his wrathful visage, which was blurred with my ecstatic tears. He was just trying to convince himself he wasn’t a sick fuck who wanted his daughter. Father was less than impressed with my mirth. When you are of age, you will marry someone you do not love. Through the dissipating red haze, I found an odd peace, and in that, I found my faculties. I’d always despised Yavara, but now I hated her with a distilled purity. “Your mother is right, Leveria. The Noble Court consisted of ten great houses, each with legitimate blood ties to the throne: Ternias, Feltian, Xantian, Jonias, Feractian, Huntiata, Straltaira, Droughtius, Shordian and of course, Tiadoa. I swallowed it and looked up at him thankfully, my lips parted and smiling, my hooped earrings dangling from my pointed ears.
