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The shock hit me like a physical blow. I struggled to maintain my posture as the meaning of his words penetrated my consciousness. I was to be sent to this… training facility? Separated from Prince Hendren?
His hand came to rest on my shoulder, his fingers digging in just enough to remind me of his control. “Tomorrow morning,I will personally escort Viola to the Women’s Academy to begin her two-week intensive training session,” he announced to the crowd, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction that made my stomach clench.
A small gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. Two weeks? My mind reeled at the implications.
“During her stay,” Prince Hendren continued, “she will be assigned to a Guardian and Mistress couple who will instruct her in the Good Way through both theory and… practical application.” His fingers tightened further on my shoulder. “The couple has been specially selected for their expertise in handling particularly challenging cases.”
First Minister Havelorn nodded approvingly. “An excellent decision, Your Highness. The Guardian–Mistress methodology represents the foundation of the Good Way.”
Prince Hendren’s smile was cold and calculated as he addressed the assembly. “As royal patron of the Academy, I intend to monitor Viola’s progress personally. The charter grants me full inspection privileges—to visit any classroom, observe any training session, and examine any pupil as thoroughly as I deem necessary.” His thumb traced a small circle against my collarbone. “I plan to exercise these rights frequently.”
The crowd murmured their approval. I kept my eyes lowered, fighting to control my breathing as panic threatened to overwhelm me. Being separated from Prince Hendren—whom I had at least begun to understand—and placed under the control of strangers terrified me in ways I couldn’t fully articulate.
“I am happy to say that I have accepted the position of headmistress of the Academy. My new staff and Ihave prepared a comprehensive curriculum,” Mistress Orela interjected, stepping forward. “Beginning with fundamental posture training and progressing through increasingly intimate submissions. By the conclusion of her stay, she will understand her natural role completely.”
“I look forward to witnessing the transformation,” Prince Hendren replied. “Particularly the evening sessions with her Guardian. I understand those can be… quite illuminating.”
Mistress Orela’s smile was thin, but pleased. “Indeed, Your Highness. The bedroom lessons produce our most dramatic breakthroughs. A naughty young woman’s resistance crumbles most effectively when her body’s responses are laid bare before witnesses.”
My legs trembled beneath me as the implications became clear. I would be used by a stranger—this ‘Guardian’—while others watched and evaluated my responses. The humiliation would be total, absolute. Worse still was the knowledge that some traitorous part of me might respond, might betray me as it had already done so many times under Prince Hendren’s manipulations.
“Viola,” Prince Hendren said suddenly, turning to face me. “You may thank Mistress Orela and the First Minister for this opportunity.”
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet their expectant gazes. “Thank you, Mistress Orela. Thank you, First Minister,” I managed, my throat terribly dry.
“We’ve had a long journey from Magisteria,” Prince Hendren announced suddenly, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. “I find myself rather fatigued, and I’m certain Violafeels the same.” His hand slid possessively from my shoulder down my naked back, to hold my bottom in his hand frankly and possessively. “I believe it’s time we retired to our quarters.”
Heat rushed to my face with such intensity I thought I might faint. Everyone in the hall—the Euporian officials, the Academy Mistresses, the silent wives—they all knew exactly whatretiringmeant. The prince’s earlier announcement about claiming my anus tonight had been deliberately public. Now, with his casual declaration, he ensured that every person present would picture what was about to happen to me.
I couldn’t look up, couldn’t bear to see the knowing looks on their faces. My blush spread down my neck to my chest, staining my bare skin crimson. My hands, still clasped behind my back, trembled violently.
“Of course, Your Royal Highness,” First Minister Havelorn replied, his voice carrying a note of masculine understanding that made my humiliation complete. “You must be properly rested for tomorrow’s Academy tour.”
Mistress Orela nodded, her clinical gaze sweeping over my blushing form. “Indeed. And the girl will need time to recover before her first day of training. Initial anal penetration can be quite… overwhelming.”
Several of the Euporian men chuckled, the sound rippling through the hall like a wave. I wanted to disappear, to sink through the floor, to be anywhere but here—exposed and naked, my most intimate fate discussed as casually as the weather.
“Come, Viola,” Prince Hendren commanded, taking my elbow. “Bid our hosts goodnight.”
“G-goodnight,” I stammered.
CHAPTER 5
Viola
“I won’t go.” The words hung in the air between us, my voice steadier than I’d expected. We stood in the gorgeous state bedroom of the embassy, surrounded by understated opulence that made me miss my presidential palace with a physical ache in my chest.
“You can punish me however you wish,Sire,” placing an extra emphasis onSireto make sure the prince didn’t think I meant the title with the slightest bit of sincerity, “but I will not set foot in that Academy.”
Prince Hendren’s expression didn’t change, but something dangerous flickered in his eyes. He stood before me in his immaculate uniform, the silver shield with three purple stars gleaming on his breast, while I knelt naked on the plush carpet of our private quarters. The contrast wasn’t lost on me, obviously—his clothed power against my naked vulnerability—yet I had found this small rebellion within myself.
“Is that so?” he asked, his aristocratic voice soft, but threatening. “After everything you’ve seen today, you still believe you have choices?”
I swallowed hard, but held his gaze. “In this, yes. Whip me if you must. I’ve endured it before.” My hands trembled slightly where they rested on my thighs, but I kept them visible, refusing to hide my fear. “But I will not voluntarily walk into that place.”
The prince circled me slowly, his boots making no sound on the thick carpet. “Fascinating,” he murmured. “After a week of training, you choose this moment to make your stand.” He stopped behind me, his fingers trailing along my shoulder. “Why, I wonder? What about the Academy frightens you so?”
“It doesn’t frighten me,” I lied, the words bitter on my tongue.
