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nn Moita BIQUIÑOS
Masquerade Ball
Foreword We were several hours away and I knew she was about to get to that, henceforth, would be my new home.
My father had sold a bunch of land, that there was no doubt, but why would I have to marry a man twice my age and she barely knew? At least I was happy quand had to stop considering that the wedding was in our city, not knowing what it would be the home of my husband.
watched my husband, who looked distracted the landscape. Although higher, at least it was good-looking. He knew I did not care much, because all he wanted from me was a healthy womb to give him the heir to his beloved late wife could not. I had no experience in this field, though he knew the topic had heard the ladies at the meetings that were held in the Court. He hoped at least that, since he had experience and the impulses of youth would have happened, it was good to me. But really did not matter, whenever he wanted, would have to meet my obligations as a wife.
In this he was thinking when the carriage stopped abruptly. The horses, rearing, suddenly fell silent and then, we heard a noise similar to that of a body falling to the ground. From here, everything went very fast and confusing.
My husband made a gesture indicating that I remain silent. Outside, we heard the muffled cries of the guards who escorted us. Suddenly, someone came into our carriage. It was a beautiful woman, hair like fire and porcelain complexion. Pounced on my husband, who I watched with horrified eyes. I just limited myself to watch, fascinated and horrified by the gruesome scene that passed before me, without being able to react.
not say whether they had passeddo minutes or hours, but she was separated from my husband and turned to me. I could see his perfect features carved in marble and deep black eyes to move closer together. I smiled showing his sharp teeth and the corners of his lips escaped a trickle of blood. He raised his hand, slipped on my cheek and my bare neck. I could not refrain from starting to feel the cold touch of her skin. Then he lowered his head, sticking his lips to my neck, caressing my skin with her soft breathing. I tried in vain to suppress a groan of pleasure. It was at that moment when he nailed his fangs into my skin.
The feeling is indescribable, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure.
felt that forces were leaving me, and in certainly way, I did not care. But my survival instinct prevailed. I lifted my skirt and pulled the small dagger that had engaged in one of the leagues. Although I knew it was wrong that a lady had something like that, it took me forever I did some traveling, to have any chance to defend myself if attacked us. And now that time had come.
My attacker and noticed my movements were so busy. Then stuck the knife in his chest of clothes left uncovered.
She then shifted and left me as if burned, and I pounced on it instinctively at the sight of blood pouring from his chest.
I clung to her tightly
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