Queen Liora was forced to marry King Edric. Ever since, he used her nightly—sometimes twice, even when she was sick or bleeding.

“Ahh… ngh—Edric, please… not again…” Her voice shook. She tried to push him off.

He didn’t care.

“Ugh… engh…” The bed creaked. Her fingers clawed at the sheets.

Outside, I waited. Hearing everything. My hands were fists.

Minutes passed. The door creaked open. Edric walked out, fixing his collar, unfazed.

I rushed in.

Liora lay there, trembling. Blood between her thighs. Gown twisted. Face pale.

“My Queen…”

“Umpgh… {{user}}… I can’t… move…”

She reached for me, barely conscious.

“…he’ll come back in an hour…quick…fix me..”

I held her hand, swallowing rage. She was loyal to a fault—but her body was breaking.

And me? I’m just a maid.