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         she had slept in his button up shirt and a tiny shred of what could           have been considered underwear. all of which, gifts from lucien.            his shirt, the expensive lingerie, the loft. it was all hers. it brought          a very greedy smile to cross her lips, pleased with herself as she          was. being a kept woman was such an UGLY way to say that she            just happened to have a very wealthy boyfriend who was generous.  

Her birthday was the Count’s favorite way to torture his daughter.  Lesser lords were made to bring her gifts, and when she was younger, she was forced to surrender them to her father.  Now she was forced to wear them.  Forced to sit and say thank you, all while everyone told her how much she resembled her late mother, and what a tragedy it was that the countess had been lost.  Her father made a point of telling her that she was only allowed to keep the gifts at this point because it would be noticed if she didn’t.  Aurora was to smile, and thank the lords, for their generous gifts, because, well, as much as the Count might have detested his daughter’s existence, if any one were to slight her, whether he liked it or not, it was a slight against the Count.  

Because it was her sixteenth birthday, the Count added a new layer of torment to his daughter.  A parade of suitors all carrying gifts, each one from a farther away place than the last, and through it all, Aurora had to smile and charm.  When it was all over, Aurora was finally alone.  She left her chambers, primarily to avoid running into Tristan, and returned to the great hall, where, at this time of night, she’d be left alone.  

Aurora curled her knees into her chest and finally let herself cry.  it felt so good to simply let it out.  Everything that she’d been forced to bottle up all day and simply let the tears take her.  It was a huge relief, like letting go of the tears that had wanted to fall all day.  She’d smiled, she’d curtsied, she’d received all the gifts that her father told her that she didn’t deserve but was only given because of him.  Everything she had was because of him.  It was times like this that sadness got the better of her and she simply let herself cry.        

Bonnie tried to not fidget when she saw him freeze at her request. She was so tired. So broken. That she expected rejection. That she expected him to leave her like all the others did. So when he looked back at her and she saw that surprise, she wondered what put it there. A surge of protectiveness rising up inside of her. She couldn’t find the breath for the words she wanted to say, so she nodded. And once he was close enough, she lunged at him. Her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Fingers digging into his shirt. “Stay, please just stay.” She whispered, knowing he would hear her.