I now knew that it was true what Frode had said. Killing a deer in these northern forests that those Royals considered as their own private hunting gr...ound, was something that was probably punished by killing the hunter while hunting him down.Although I didn’t like the Magicians or the corrupted Guardians, I couldn’t really make myself love the Royalty, either. Even if they sometimes took care of widows and orphans. I wondered if they would like to care for those who had become widows or orphans. Instead I was surprised to see him take out several candles and put them about the room. They lent an ethereal glow to the room. He lit them and I saw that while I could see the bed, anyone on the bed wouldn’t see me. Good, I didn’t want to miss anything.I watched as the stranger walked around the room, as if he was committing it to memory. He touched the bed, the bedpost, her pillow. How he knew it was hers I would never know. Maybe he could smell her perfume. He took out several items. " I turned toward Chase and Rachel and yelled, “Y'all can find some privacy over there and on top of that rock,” pointed toward another big rock about fifty feet up ahead just to the inside of the rail. Rachel responded rather gleefully, “Thanks!” and they got up and headed in that direction. Jennifer followed me and we climbed up behind the rock I had mentioned to her. On top of the rock was a rather secluded area I had discovered a long time ago when hiking after visiting my Poppy.I laid the. But then she gripped my hairtightly, and as if she wasn't aware of what she was doing, startedthrusting so fast, that my head was getting slammed against the hardwood...even as her hard wood reminded me of how bad something I loved couldhurt me. She still was cooing at me, "You're such a good little piggy...esso sexy when your snout mashes against mi stomach...I'm going to askContessa if she minds me tying a ribbon around yourtail...cute...little...tail...and...cute...little...throat..." I.