<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">Brothel of Diana</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Marisol Estefania Alvarez</span></span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://dreamangel7.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/wpid-cartoon-girl-3d-pictures-hd-wallpaper-1080x607.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Marisol was laying in a satisfied heap with Edward's arms around her, a small smile on her lips and her eyes closed as she took in the scent of Edward. He always smelled like smoke and of metal, with his own unique musk hidden underneath. It was soothing and made her feel so very safe. She snuggled closer to him, wishing to never let him go.<br/><br/>She felt him brush her hair out of her face and then his thumb brush across her busted lip. She let him do as she pleased, happily basking in his soft touches. She knew he was likely upset at her lip--he was too sweet of a man to see any woman hurt. She liked to pretend, though, that he was far more concerned about her than any other.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFBF00">“Marisol, if I would want to take you with me to the castle, would you come with me?”</span></span></span><br/><br/>Marisol's eyes popped open and she sat up some to look at Edward. Her breath was caught in her throat as she tried to search Edward's eyes for some sort of humor, only to find none. She was quiet for a moment because of the pure shock, her heart pounding in her chest as she mulled over the words that Edward had said. She had always dreamed of Edward taking her away from the brothel, taking her back to the castle with him. The only thing that would make her happier is if he declared his love for her.<br/><br/>But the feeling of happiness was quickly being drowned out by Marisol's sensibilities. All that she had ever dreamed about with Edward had been just that--a dream. She couldn't possibly go back to the castle with him. It would ruin his reputation, it would be one of the greatest scandals of the kingdom. The Reeve keeping a whore at the castle. Not only that, but why would Edward wish to bring her to the castle other than to be his whore? It wasn't an idea that really bothered her, but she so dearly wished he was bringing her to the castle because he loved her--not because she would be easier to access than coming to town to the brothel.<br/><br/>As she began to think all of this, she pulled away from Edward and wrapped the sheets around herself. Tears welled up in her eyes and she felt Edward shift behind her, a hand on her shoulder. She let out a sob, covering her face.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I-I...I have always wanted to go with you, Edward. From the first few times we m-met I wanted you t-to whisk me away to the castle..."</span></span>she hiccuped out, unable to stop her words.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"But it's just a dream, Edward. You can't take m-me with you. It'll ruin you! I c-can't do that to you! I c-can't allow y-you to do that to yourself!"</span></span>she said, her face in her hands.<br/><br/>It was the most difficult thing to say those words, but it was even more difficult to accept his. She loved him with all of her heart and she was sure he did not realize that. He had a wife, children, a high position--she was just a little fool who was only good for spreading her legs for a few coins. She couldn't, in good conscience, allow him to ruin all he had by taking her with him. It was hard to reject the offer, an offer she had always wanted. If he loved her, perhaps she would...but until she knew that for sure, she could not allow him to hurt himself in such ways.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"How cruel God must be to let me love you so..." </span></span>she unknowingly whispered.