Song of Experience (Wednesday Prompt #1)
It’s nothing like she expected it to be. Her childish fantasies on the brink of womanhood seduced her into dreaming of soft kisses, tentative caresses, and gentle caring in a blacksmith’s eyes. Had she known what it would actually be like, she might have feared it.
Kisses split lips, caresses paint snow-white skin with purple passion, cruel eyes demand submission she refuses to give. It’s a battle. And she’ll have the scars to show for it along with the blood on white-silk linen.
Losing her innocence is nothing like she imagined it to be.
And she’s damn grateful for it.