Gwen

　　When I woke up this morning, it was Kora shaking me awake rudely to tell me that the former Queen had asked me to dress and come down with my husband to greet the guests.

　　I had looked to the side of the bed to meet it cold and empty, only the changed sheet evidence of what took place last night-my virginity had been mercilessly stolen from me by that cruel man.

　　Instead of crying, I had nod my head and told her I wanted to be alone. Fortunately, ...