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Vetta rose from the bed and pulled off her clothes. She'd prepared for this night, so she wasn't really wearing much. Sitting up naked beside him, she shook her head miserably.

"I am your Mistress, My King. I feel like I'm no longer good enough for you. Maybe because I wasn't born with a Royal Blood inside me... Maybe because you have forgotten everything we've been through. Maybe you glance at me and remember dirt..." Tears filled her eyes and she sniffled, "The same dirt King Cone created when he raped my mind and my body, right in front of you..."

King Lucien slid his eyes closed, the memory made his heart—which was warm earlier in the day—go cold.

"He dropped a burger. Wanted me to crawl on my hands and knees, and eat it out straight from the ground with my mouth. Like a dog." He remembered one of the events.