“That’s it, lord. Be there.” The needles were piercing other places on his body now, not just his fingers. The little grunts he made told her how much it had to be hurting. “That’s it. You’re whipping the Princess. Why?”
He had trouble focusing on her face. “Because she… you ran away from home, Princess. You were naughty. Bad.“
She groans, as if the lash had hit her. “I didn’t mean to be bad, Lord Daran.” She let the next groan trail to a whimper. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re a good girl, Princess Stavanna. When you’re good.” His eyes slipped shut.
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