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olette had had enough of Rose’sbullying. She thought if she got a chance to tell someone, there may be asolution.

She hoped her meeting with Lionelwould go thus:

If she managed to make it toLionel’s room, ‘Please listen to my story.’

Or,

But she might get stopped andturned away by the knights and she would tell Rose, ‘I tried to go but I wasstopped and turned away’

If she managed to get in to seeLionel, she would show him the underwear that she had been made to wear (Zuben:bad idea), and say, “Please give me your compa.s.sion,” as Rose asked her to.Lionel would either ask who or why she was doing this or ask her to get out.

It most likely would be, he wouldsuspect her to be a honey trap spy for the enemy and she would be detained, butsince she had no history of strange behaviour or wrong-doing, she wouldeventually be cleared. (Zuben: It don’t work like that. Rape and torture comesyou mind, you innocent b.o.o.by). And she would tell interrogators that Rose madeher do it.

If the scenario played out likethat, Rose wouldn’t be able to bully her anymore. Though, the senior maidsmight get stricter, she would still have a peaceful life free from Rose.

It was decided; she would do thisand take her chances. (Zuben: I suppose it is redundant to say this will not goas planned.)

The night fell. Colette put on thelovely baby doll and its matching panties, pulled on her socks and shoes andput on a cloak that covered her from neck to feet, and headed out.

If someone stopped her on the way,she would blame Rose.

But no one did. On her way to theBlack Knight Barracks, she pa.s.sed many knights but no one challenged Colette asshe walked closer to her goal.

Was it because she was walking withno hesitation? Or, was it a normal occurrence for ladies to come to theBarracks?

When she got to the Black Dragonbarracks, a knight finally questioned her,

‘Excuse me? Who are you here tosee? These dormitories are only for male knights.’

‘I would like to the CommanderLionel, please.’

‘The leader…?!  Y-y-you would like to see the Commander?!’

Colette nodded.

‘I will guide you there,’

‘Thank you.’

She was taken to a set of doorsthat seemed to be located at the back of the building, the young knightknocked,

‘Commander, this is Ethan. Ibrought someone who would like to see you.’

‘Enter,’

They entered a stark room, devoidof much decoration. It was the rooms of the Commanders, so it served as a studyand a living room. There was a door in the room that most probably led to hissleeping quarters.

Lionel sat at his desk, holding adoc.u.ment. He looked up at them expressionlessly, but there seemed to besuspicion in his eyes.

Even though she was reluctant to behere, she was relieved that she had been able to see him without challenge.

‘You may go,’ he told Ethan.

‘Yes,’ Ethan replied, and hepromptly left without a hint of curiosity. They seemed well trained.

Colette was nervous and fearful asshe looked into Lionel’s ocean blue eyes, but she steeled herself, took a deepbreath and said,

‘I have a request of you, CommanderLionel.’

‘What’s your name?’

‘Colette Folk. My parents aretraders, and I am an apprentice maid, at the moment.’

‘So Colette, what is your request?’his voice was deep and low, and powerful.

Colette trembled as she took offthe cloak and said, ‘Give me your compa.s.sion.’ (Zuben: you shouldn’t have ledwith that)

She began to rapidly think of whatshe what going to say. (Zuben: Shoulda thought quicker)

All the things that Rose had madeher do thus far, this was the icing on the cake, and she couldn’t do itanymore.

She needed to appeal to Lionel forhelp.

His expression hadn’t changed…much.Suddenly, there was a fire in his eyes that looked like anger.

He rose from the chair and walkedup to her. He was a like a panther stalking his prey; graceful and dangerous.

Colette waited for him to talk, toask her what this was about, but he said nothing. (Zuben: Maybe you should bethe one doing the talking)

Instead, he placed his large handat the small of her back and led her to the other door. (Zuben: And you’refollowing him.)

Maybe, he wanted to hear what shehad to say in his bedroom. (Zuben: Haha, yeah right. Dunce)

Despite that, Colette was reluctantto enter his private quarters, but the insistent hand on her back brooked noargument.

It was a simple room with a largebed, and bed side shelves and a wardrobe on top a deep red carpet that matchedthe drapes.

He gently but firmly pushed her tostand against the bed.

He drew closer and traced a fingerfrom her shoulder down her arm,

‘Um…’

It hit her; he hadn’t heard whatshe had come to tell him. She started to speak in a flurry,

‘Hold on, please wait. I need totell you something. Can we not-‘

‘This is what you asked for…’ hesaid huskily.

Yes, it was indeed what she’s askedbut she hadn’t expected someone like him to agree to her blatant invitation.She was far from being a gorgeous woman with a delicate body. (Zuben: Therewould be someone out there who likes your style. He likes your ‘style’)

Colette attempted to curtail thissituation that was rapidly getting away from her; she had to stop him,

‘Hold on, I am not…my senior is…’

Colette’s words were stopped with akiss.

As he kissed her, he slowly pushedher down onto the bed.

The bed was hard against her back.Lionel kissed her, and ran his hands up and down her body, fondling all the soft parts.

She could not win against suchstrength…

It became a serious thing… (Zuben: Yes, yes, it has)

♙ Chapter 2