Something was happening to her, something she'd never felt before and something quite unexpected.  Her breasts began to swell as the flow of blood constricted to her creamy pink nipples, feeling heavy and sensitive.  A moan escaped her, even as she placed her hands over Balthazar's, and began to lower them, across the smoothness of her belly, to the outside of her thighs, and down, lower, guiding him back to her sex.<br/><br/>"Teach me then.  Have me if you will, but teach me to be powerful.  Give me the Sun Throne and I," what was it he had said?  Aurora searched hard through the terror-stricken memories of their meeting, and found her lever.  "And I will be the instrument of your return."<br/><br/>Sun and Moon, what was she doing?  Was she prostituting herself for her birthright?  That's what it felt like.  Did it make her a whore?  Did she even care, as long as she got what she wanted?