<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 let out a squeal followed by a giggle when Edward slapped her ass. She gave an excited laugh, standing up quickly to do as he had told her.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Edward, you do not know how much this means to me..." </span></span>she said as she stood in front of him. She bent over and gave him another kiss, unable to resist. She then began to pack, which admittedly wasn't much. She had tried her best not to buy things as she saved her money, and so she had very few outfits. She doubted any of them would be suitable for the castle, but it was all she had.<br/><br/>She finished packing quickly enough with only one item remaining. She went over to the chair in the room to grab a blanket that was folded neatly on it. It looked as if it were a quilt of some type and she brought it to her chest, hugging it for a moment. It was the only thing she had left of her original life, the one before she had been taken away. Her mother had made it for her when she was a baby. She cherished the blanket very much, as if it were her entire life. She let her hand smooth some imaginary wrinkles and placed it gingerly in the pack. She had promised herself, when she had still been just a child, that when she had children of her own they would have that blanket. She realized much later that children were not in her future, but she still held onto the blanket--sleeping with it every night that she was alone in order to help stave off the nightmares.<br/><br/>She looked up to Edward with a gentle smile. No, children were likely not in her future, but somehow she was okay with that so long as she was with Edward.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I'm ready whenever you are, Edward..." </span></span>she said softly, contentment radiating from every surface of her. Her almond eyes looked up to Edward's own weathered ones and her hand reached up to cup his cheek,<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"You are the single most amazing man I have ever met. I was always so afraid to tell you that I loved you, and now I just feel silly for it...I will make up everyday that I kept that secret to myself and remind you ten fold that I love you. I love you, Sir Edward d’Alambart, with all my heart and soul."</span></span>