He liked to show her off. To have her kneel at his feet in the halls of the Gentry, leashed tightly. An obedient hunter, ostensibly faithful hound. She watched the fine hems of skirts and pants stride past, and dreaded the trips to and from the diversions of the Fae. Always to kneel, often to be forced into the shape of a woman, oddly curved
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