The Whore and the Warrior Part 2

Helen followed the Steward through the castle halls as fast as she could. Her eyes were glued on the back of the vile man. They burned a hole through his back, and she wished for nothing more than his death; an ugly, horrible death.

“Hurry up. You’re pathetic.” The contempt in his voice was unmistakable. Helen seethed at his rebuke. Her short legs were working as fast as they could to keep up with his long strides. The only bright spot was knowing that she had again been summoned to the bed chamber of the Prince’s guest. A part of her was looking forward to spending the…