"If all the ladies of this court were as comforting as you, my life would be easier," he murmured wistfully.
I stayed silent, merely sighing softly as I snuggled closer to him.
Soon, his hands began to wander, and reciprocating his advances, I finally loosened his belt.
This time, he took his time, savoring moments before we delved deeper.
The night took its toll on me; by the time he fell asleep, I was nearly overcome by fatigue. Thankfully, I awoke just in time.
Yet, despite my exhaustion, the next day my sister subjected me to a needle torture session as punishment.
They strapped me to a chair, shoved a cloth in my mouth, and proceeded to stab the tips of my toes with long needles.
The needles slid beneath my nails, severing the tender flesh that held them, twisting painfully deeper.
In no time, my face blanched, my body drenched in a cold sweat.
Afterward, Nanny Adams brought me a basin of salted water to soak my feet, to stave off infection.
My sister seemed pleased with my weakened state, her face losing its usual scowl.