<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 had been nervous when the two women had come upon Edward and her. She could see in their faces that they knew she was Edward's mistress and she tried her best not to fidget under their scrutiny.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #008000">"Good morning, Sir Edward. Did you go on a morning ride or is the young woman your daughter and you invited her to the tournament?"</span></span></span>the girl's voice was as pleasant as her features and Marisol felt a little intimidated by the girl. There was something hidden under that velvet that let Marisol know that the girl was likely more dangerous than she appeared.<br/><br/>The other woman with her was no less intimidating but Marisol certainly didn't feel threatened by her. She could see the amusement that danced behind the dark skinned beauty's eyes, but she could also see that the woman was a little disappointed in the other girl. Edward's voice cut through her thoughts as he greeted the two,<span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Good morning, Lady Melina. Valkyr Thyra, the same to you too. I hope your performance today will be one to remember."</span></span></span>The two returned their greetings and left, leaving Marisol a paranoid mess.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Edward...those women know. I don't have the proper attire to be out and about--everyone who sees me will know I am a whore...whether by clothing or by carnal knowledge,"</span></span>she said softly, her eyes downcast in shame. She had never admitted it to anyone nor herself, but her profession had weighed her down by guilt constantly and it had only gotten worse when she had fallen in love with Edward. There was a piece of her that always felt like she was betraying him with every customer that came by. The woman who had spoken to Edward had only reminded her of how unworthy she was of him. She mentally tried to shake the feeling, but it seemed to cling to her more thoroughly now.<br/><br/>She worried greatly about Edward's reputation, but he had insisted earlier that he had already given it all heavy consideration. She trusted him, but still she knew the realities of the world. While a Reeve could take on a mistress, the idea of her being a whore--and in the castle, would likely cause a tremendous amount of trouble. At least that was how she had always thought it would be. There had been many men who came through who claimed to love her, speaking of how they wished they could take her with them--and every time she asked why they didn't, the story was the same. They would be shamed, she would be killed. That was all there was to it.<br/><br/>But with Edward's calmness about the whole situation, she began to wonder if any of those men had ever told the truth. She had a feeling it was more so they wouldn't get in trouble with their wives and sully their reputations more than anything. If there was a danger of being killed for loving Edward, she doubted he would even suggest the idea of taking her to the castle--right?<br/><br/>She looked down around her waist to see one of Edward's arms wrapped securely around her and she brought her own soft hands up to stroke his arm. Why he would ever want such a used woman was beyond her and it brought a mist to her eyes that she refused to let turn into tears. She was only thankful that Edward could not see her face from this position.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"We won't be able to fool anyone,"</span></span>she mumbled quietly to herself, unaware that she had even spoken.