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if she was honest with herself, she felt equally as excited. Sex with Garon might even be enough to take her mind off the fact that she’d just run away from the most powerful man in Caralon and left behind every ounce of the existence she’d known up to now.
    Her mind played over Garon’s deep, confident voice calling her   princess . She’d never actually heard the archaic term for a royal girl spoken aloud. It was a rare word, known to few, only those well read in the older texts of the Before Times. How did the tavern keeper even   know   such a word?
    As seconds stretched into minutes, her mind wandered. What would it be like to have him on top of her, to have his hands on her breasts, his mouth on hers? What would his cock be like? For that matter, what was   any   cock like? Aris’ drawings were good, but so two-dimensional—Laela still had little notion of what to expect.
    Her musings calmed her…until a hand closed around her ankle.
    She let out a small screech.
    “Quiet.” It was Baelor, sounding annoyed. “I think the men are gone, but we don’t  need your squeals bringing them back.” With that, he tugged on her leg, trying to pull  her out from under the bed.
    “Ow, you’re hurting me. I can get out myself.”
    The young man released her from his grasp and she eased her way from beneath  the bed to sit up. Kneeling next to her, he smiled, and it was the first time she noticed  that Garon was not the only handsome man in this building. Baelor’s cheeks were  dusted with dark stubble and his eyes glittered a steely gray. She caught a glimpse of  dark hair curling on his chest, visible beneath an open leather vest. The warmth from  her previous ponderings increased, spreading all through her at his nearness. “Garon  likes feisty women,” he said.
    Despite her new awareness of him, she only rolled her eyes, recalling that so did  Ogran. “That seems to be the general consensus in Myrtell.”
    “I do, too,” he informed her, “so you’re lucky Garon already has a claim on you.”
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    She raised her eyebrows. “Is that so? I don’t suppose   my   feelings on this matter at
    all?”
    He laughed. “You’re funny, too. Garon is lucky.” He pushed to his feet, then went to rummage in a cabinet near the hearth. “And just so you know—no, I would not take you against your will. I would simply seduce you.”
    This made   her   laugh, and his tone said he didn’t mind, that he was teasing her a bit.  She found herself surprisingly drawn to him, so much so that she wished she’d paid more attention to his touches on her wrist earlier, and just now, on her ankle. She experienced a vague urge to touch   him .
    Until he turned back around and said, “Lie down on the bed.”
    She tensed, her cunt flinching. “Why?”
    He looked perturbed. “You heard Garon tell me to make sure you didn’t leave.  Now lie down.”
    Pulling in her breath at this sudden change of tone, she obeyed the command, then watched—in a combination of shock and horror—as Baelor brought two strips of leather to the bedstead and methodically tied first one of her wrists to the right post, then the other to the left. “Wh-what are you…?”
    He gave her a matter-of-fact look, then enunciated very clearly, as if she might be slow-minded. “Making sure you don’t   leave . Remember?”
    She let out a sigh. Seemed she’d somehow gone from one type of captivity to another.
    Even so, whatever happened here, it was by far preferable to what would have happened to her with Ogran. That thought made the bindings a little more bearable, even as they pulled tight at her skin and thrust her breasts forward against the silk of her dress. She couldn’t help wondering if Baelor noticed her nipples jutting through the green fabric, and—although she scarcely knew why, for Garon was the object of her affections—she almost hoped he did, and hoped that he liked it. The thought made her pussy