The afternoon found Thera in her tent, in her bed with a sickening feeling deep in the pit of her stomach and she wanted to vomit. However, she did not. She took no food all day, though many of her dear ladies came to check in on Thera, just trying their best to receive any information she would impart of Vasha and his skills at the art of lovemaking. Thera would give no such knowledge to them, she did not bother to make a story up, as she did not wish to deceive them further. Although, Amara had no trouble regaling Thera with her stories from the previous night. Thera was left speechless by her graphic description and seemingly unachievable positions Amara described.
When Thera could hear no more she bade her old friend to depart and leave her in peace to sleep the day away, for she was very tired and exhausted by her vigorous sex with the king. Finding herself alone once more Thera drank a little sweet buttermilk mixed with cinnamon and ginger; which Kayla had brought for her earlier and the soothing liquid did help quell her nausea. Yet Thera had no elixir to soothe her trouble mind, for she spent the next week doing her best to hide her illicit affair, though she never refused to be with the king; which was always at night, always in secret, always with Vasha acting as their guard.
This was too much for her to bare, for when Thera was not with Vyakles her heart and mind were greatly trouble. Trepidation invaded all her thoughts and she sought, in her clever mind, how to refuse the king, but any and all logic failed her. For Thera, when in the King of Sparta's presence, she found the world was all light and sunshine and moonbeams, where no care or concern trouble her soul. Always, when breathing his air, kissing his lips, swimming naked in the moonlight, in the ocean, Thera found no trouble, or ill will, or displeasure. Yet in the morning, when left with her own thoughts, the fear of the disgraceful affair came back to her once again, as an unwelcome visitor come to pull her back down to Terra Firma with the heavy weight of guilt and shame.
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