<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: paprus;">Slowly making her way up the stone path a tear traveled down Airressa's face, how her father could do this to her she would never understand. She was the youngest of his daughters, she had never been with a man before nor did she know much about house work. "You are a gift," her father had said sternly, "he chose the gift he wanted and now he shall have you, it is not my decision." She knew he lied. Her father had owed the King money for many years now and his majesty would not take his crops for payment any longer. He asked for one of his daughters instead, than when my father offered my oldest sister the king scoffed and told him he shall only take the purest. <br/><br/>She finally made her way to the door and slammed the knocker down with one giant bang. She waited, terrified, her long brunette curls cascading down her back, her hands clasped tightly together above the hem of her new dress. Her mother took her out the day before and bought her new clothing, it was another rule the king had made, all the dresses were thin and barely covered her large breasts, the hem higher than any dress she had ever seen on even a servant.  The cream colored material was a beautiful thin silk and it fell perfectly against every curve of her body.<br/><br/>After another minute a tall man opened the door and ushered her inside, he took her into what looked like the library, books wall to wall, and told her to wait there, the king would be with her shortly.</span>