â€œI â€¦.I donâ€™t know whatâ€¦..I donâ€™t â€¦.What happened?.....The last thing I remember is laying my head down on your stomach, you petted me innocentlyâ€¦.and thenâ€¦.and thenâ€¦I donâ€™tâ€¦.I guess I thought weâ€™d gotten up and returned to dinnerâ€¦maybe a dream?â€ Servianâ€™s face looked confused and slightly angry, as if fool by some unseen trickster.<br/><br/>Luna laid in the grass, her form was dissolved and Servian thought she looked a bit raped, but she did her best to hide the shame in her eyes. The thought enraged him; her willingful deception in order not to offend him was plain to read on his belovedâ€™s face; as she cowered in the dewy cold grass in front of him. Immediately his strategically trained mind raced to Lady Katrinaâ€™s questionable lunch and itâ€™s mysterious outcome. She had done something to him, he was sure of it.<br/><br/>His face grew hot and red with the idea of being outplayed by a failed revolutionary, her raw sexuality and good looks had blindsided him to her political attack and now she had the upper hand. It was not a good start to â€˜a<span style="font-weight: bold">great </span>kingâ€™s reignâ€™, his father would say.<br/><br/>â€œI apologize my loveâ€¦.I donâ€™t know what came over me..â€ He lied, it wasnâ€™t a good one either, his tone was distracted as his mind worked to find a tactic to use against his new perceived enemy. Lady Katrina was going to pay for whatever sheâ€™d done to himâ€¦if it was the last thing he would do, he was going to make that vile bitch pay.