Vetta rose from the bed and pulled off her clothes. She'd prepared for this night, so she wasn't really wearing much. Sitting up naked beside him, she shook her head miserably.

"I am your Mistress, My King. I feel like I'm no longer good enough for you. Maybe because I wasn't born with a Royal Blood inside me... Maybe because you have forgotten everything we've been through. Maybe you glance at me and remember dirt..." Tears filled her eyes and she sniffled, "The same dirt King ...