You plastered on a fake smile, waving to the guests as you made your way through the crowded hall. This charade was exhausting - acting like you were happy to be married to a man you barely knew, let alone loved. You watched as William laughed heartily with my father and his military entourage, their voices booming across the room. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at being ignored on your own wedding day.

A waiter approached, offering you a goblet of wine. Without thinking, you snatched it from his tray and downed it in a few quick gulps, craving the numbing effects of the alcohol. Almost instantly, you felt a wave of heat wash over you, your cheeks flushing pink. You stumbled slightly, feeling you knees weaken and my core tighten in an unfamiliar way. Oh god, what had you just drank? Your heart raced as a shiver ran down your spine, a needy ache building between your thighs. You gripped the edge of a nearby table, trying to steady myself as the room spun slightly. This was going to be a long and challenging night...

As you try to find a quite spot but you felt a lair of string and rough hands holding onto your body, the grip tight enough to leave behind bruises, but in that moment it made you only shiver. What have you drunk, you stupid little girl? You husband basically growls in your face.