What was once a disturbing idea to her has now become the ultimate pleasure.

I've been ready for this. Ready and waiting anxiously allday. Since my lunch break when He said, “You up for it, tonight?” Planted smoothly after some drab political joke and comment on the weather. The warmth of His voice emanating that casual coolness. That laid back tone and easy going demeanor. A crisp, deep vocal hue that could put a rabid dog to sleep. Lulling and calm. Deceptive. ...Read On

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Torn between love and hate, the Servant Viette endures life with King Leonin of Whitmore.

All he had to do was ask her to consent and she would be his . . . and she hated herself for it. Passion, affection—she shouldn’t crave such things. But yet, on her hands and knees, fingers raw from vigorous scrubbing, her body ached to be touched. She was aware of every movement he made, every breath he took, his eyes on her as she worked. “Viette?” Her heart stuttered at the sound of...Read On


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In the madness that followed—the guards rushing in and out, the doctor being summoned—Viette slipped away. No one noticed her departure, not even her Keeper. She moved in a strange fog—almost floating as she went—her heart having darkened to a shade of night. On the way to Aust's room she followed the narrow servant passageways that wound through the castle. He’s not dead, she...Read On


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Chapter 30 Bringing Lord Aust to the Strategy Room had come to Leonin on a whim. It was with the purpose of testing a suspicion. For nearly a year Lord Aust had given Leonin a sizable bounty of unfulfilled promises and empty answers. And that couldn't continue to happen. The future of Whitmore hung in the balance. If progress was not made with the Eleventh Quarter then Whitmore...Read On


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Chapter 28 Arm and arm, as if they were close companions, Viette and her Keeper ascended the main stairs together. He held tight to her, eyes sharp. She felt nothing in response. Instead of walking to her room, Viette's Keeper walked her through the main hall, to the King's private dining room. There, the one whom she wanted to see stood at the grand north window. Two guards, their...Read On


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Chapter 26 Alone. Forced into her new room like a caged beast. He couldn’t make her love it this way. With bitterness, Viette considered the situation: the King had wanted her to choose him over Cree . . . but he had already chosen Honeycutt over her. Lord Honeycutt, a no-nothing nuisance that was now a sharp thorn. And where was Cree now? Dear God, not in the dungeon below the...Read On


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Viette begins to unravel the mystery. Leonin digs a hole deeper and deeper.

Chapter 24 Lord Appleton’s manor—old, earthy brown brick, peaked windows, ivy all around—stood tall and wide between two groves of trees. The roof was sheeted with stone slabs, chickens pecked around the front lawn. A mix of wealth and peasantry. Before Viette and the others had even stepped up the portico Lemmy argued her point, again, of just slipping around the main stead and...Read On


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Viette risks it all - nearly being caught red handed. Leonin is torn between loyalties.

Chapter 22 Air, hot, burned in Leonin’s lungs. A succubus she was, drawing the life out of him, only for a few moments. His elbows buckled and he collapsed back onto the bed. How satisfying, to let go and let his Viette take control. Only for a time. Viette’s body, slick with sweat and quivering, didn’t relax against him. She remained tense, arms tight, breath quick and deep. Running...Read On


Viette - Chapter 21

Viette lay in bed next to the King, surrounded by billows of warm blankets. She kept her nose buried in the mess of his hair, fingers wandering here and there. His scent, that lavender spice, was quite relaxing. Eyes closed, laying still, breathing softly, he seemed so vulnerable. “Why can’t I keep you like this?” she whispered, as if not knowing the answer already. Feeding her curiosity,...Read On


Viette - Chapter 19 and 20

King Leonin realizes he must let Viette go.

Chapter 19 “A drink?” Viette asked, her tone curt. Leonin had been pleased to see her when she entered his room, the mid-day meal in hand. He hoped it was a sign that the tension which had grown between the two of them was coming to an end. For a few moments it felt like old times, before things became cluttered with outside influences and obligations, before Viette learned of...Read On


Viette - Chapter 18

Now home in Whitmore, Viette addresses issues with Cree. The truth leaves her numb.

A trail of ants marched steadily to and from the corner of her small, dank room. It hadn’t been that long, had it? Weeks only. Yet webs had formed in the corners and a rotting apple core lay in a foul state, luring in all manner of living filth. Viette never imagined there would come a day when her own people would pass her over. It was unthinkable that they had done so and a part of her...Read On


Viette - Chapter 17

King Leonin bears his heart to Viette only to find she's shut him out.

Going south over the mountains was like waking up from a strange dream. The journey to Grevan had brought with it the promise of excitement, of new things and amazing sights, but that now lay in tatters. Had it happened? Everything seemed so impossible now. The closer to Whitmore they came, the more raw and hollow on the inside Viette felt, like the ocean opened up and swallowed all the sea. ...Read On


Viette - Chapter 16

Truths that were meant to be hidden from Viette come to the surface.

The noise of the festivities for the Piassa don Lemicht carried on outside, adding to the ache. All of it kept her head steadily pounding, pounding, pounding. While the King slept in the bed nearby, Viette paced the rug that stretched across the room, turning over the many things that kept her awake. Everything that had unfolded, it piled up in strange ways. She found herself listing it...Read On


Viette - Chapter 15

Spies, secrets, deceit, family ties. Viette's world only becomes more clouded.

Viette’s heart ached for her family as she watched the ladies and their gentlemen pulse across the floor to the symphony's melody. Her memories were of far different dances, ones where the men did not dance with the women. Ones where the Gibants, the old mothers, danced together with flaming sticks. In Grevan there was a darker quality to it all. No one smiled for several of the dances and...Read On


Viette - Chapter 14

King Leonin grows jealous over Lord Aust's interest in Viette. Viette relishes it.

A servant from Grevan carried an armload of logs into the room. He was so small and slight it seemed cruel to assign him such a task. “Here, let me.” Viette offered, mindless of the finer threads she wore. “Oh, no m’Lady, you don’t need . . . to . . .” he stumbled over his words awkwardly as she took the logs from his hands. And though this boy wore green and white and was half the...Read On


Viette - Chapter 13

In Grevan, political tension surfaces.

Viette had imagined the Keep in Grevan would be a structure similar, and yet more magnanimous, to that of Whitmore. When they arrived she was taken aback. It wasn't a lofty structure of bright gray and shining white, banners whipping from the towers. It was heavy, thick, bold, and dark. Stout but still lovely. The stone was auburn with a touch of glittering crystal that caught the sun....Read On


Viette - Chapter 12

Viette and Leonin find a bit of time while on their journey North to enjoy each other again.

The fire in the corner crackled and sparked, throwing a dancing light to the ceiling. Viette lay awake, a sharp pain running along her back from the position she was in. The King's arm around her middle, her hand trapped awkwardly underneath the pillow, neck angled too sharp. The physical discomfort wasn't what kept her awake, however. On the other side of the door were busy feet,...Read On


Viette - Chapter 11

King Leonin, angered and bothered, finds that Viette is the perfect distraction.

The tension in the room was palpable. Eyes on Viette, harsh and pierced with feelings they failed to hide, angered Leonin. After months of wanting, needing, but not having, he finally found the courage to make things happen and yet they openly challenged him in such a way. They hadn’t disapproved of Evangeline. They hadn’t disapproved Wren. But they openly disapproved of Viette. The thought...Read On


Viette - Chapter 9

Viette takes control of a sensual situation as it arises, only to let that control slip away.

Wind blew so violent and strong that the windows rattled. Chill cut through the air in her little room, the fifth on the right. If Viette pressed her face to the window and craned her neck she could catch sight of the King's castle wing, only a sliver of gray peaking out overtop the castle’s vestibule. He was in there somewhere, having called for her several times. How long would the...Read On


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Viette is seen by the Lords of the Whitmore as King Leonin's Courtesan for the first time.

Viette had grown accustomed to wearing rougher fabrics, her hair wrapped tightly in a coil atop her head, her feet bound with woolen socks and trapped inside worn leather boots. When she slipped the silken fabric over her head for the first time it was a strange, suffocating sensation. In the past, Viette would have worn finely woven pieces—firm fibers shaped into a form fitted...Read On


Viette - Chapter 7

The King stands by, helpless, as Viette is taken ill by poison.

“My room,” Leonin barked out. “Go.” His body pulsed anxiously as he looked at Viette—her eyes open, whites showing, head lolled back, breath a shallow, ragged wheeze. Horrifying, but familiar. His mother was struck in much the same way mere days before her death. The first of many such deaths at the Royal House. The guard holding Viette paused on his way through the door. “Do as I say....Read On


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After her recovery, Viette sees a kinder side of King Leonin and realizes she must make a decision.

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Viette - Chapter 6

The King returns, awaiting an answer from Viette... will she give one before tragedy strikes?

So quick she feared she would slip and fall, Viette ran for the stairs. While traversing the hall she shuffled out of her soiled shoes, stripped out of her clothes. There was no wardrobe at her disposal. She had to scour room after room to find clean clothing to wear. All the while, her heart fluttered madly in her chest. “Lemmy!” Sweat poured from her brow. “Lemmy! Where are you!” And...Read On


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Flurries of snow streaked past the grand window at the end of the North Hall. The coldness of the floor soaked through the soles of Viette's shoes and chilled her feet. She clutched her shawl tightly around her arms, turning her knuckles white. Everything had changed between her and the King. What started as concern turned to deep unease. In the days since the King departed, every sound,...Read On


Viette - Chapter 3

King Leonin ventures to Nial yet finds his mind is still in Whitmore with Viette.

Green hills rolled to the edge of pale gray cliffs, and then it was a drop of more than two hundred feet to the ocean below. In the distance, a ribbon of narrow islands, mostly sand and rock, marked the Western most cusp of Whitmore. From here, in the seaside province of Nial, the Lords of Eastern Telnit and Western Whitmore gathered to discuss, more so debate, the exchange of grain for...Read On


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Viette comes face-to-face with a few inner demons and King Leonin's intense sex appeal.

The moment hung in the air with an unpleasant thickness. Air rushed in and out of Viette’s lungs so quickly her throat stung and her mouth dried. “I’m sorry, m’Lord.” Clumsily, she backed away, eyes downcast, and made for the small, almost hidden door on the other side of the room that would allow her to enter the neighboring chamber and escape. “Stop.” He used an authoritative tone,...Read On

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