Balthazar's cock in her hand betrayed exactly how much her sudden fear aroused him.  But his hand moved to her hair.<br/><br/>"The way you rode the throne of nightmares while I rode you was delightful," he said softly, "And in my life, this was how I enjoyed pretty things such as you.  I will not force you my grand-daugther, but there are no bruises or cuts to heal after waking from a dream.  No consequences at all for letting yourself be taken.  I know there are still tales of my depravity whispered in the lands."<br/><br/>He turned and a door appeared, opening to reveal a a royal bedchamber and a huge canopied bed set with silken sheets.<br/><br/>"I wish you Aurora.  But as you are not a simple mare, I leave it to you to chose if you wish to be taken as a princess or as a slave."