You spent a lot of your time in drinking halls, trying to forget about what tragedy your life held, allowing alcohol to take a hold of you and offer you something that didn't leave you weeping. Little did you know that you would come face to face with a woman who would make you not want to drown yourself in a bottle. Yara spent a lot of her time in the drinking halls too, her own problems to try to lose but together you couldn't even remember what had sent you there.

After weeks of making each other smile and sharing words of interest, she invited you to her room that she rented that was attached to the drinking hall that you met in frequently. She insisted it wasn't anything untoward and you certainly didn't see any harm in it, so followed her to her room. You were quite fond of her, just with her words, you knew she could get anyone into her bed if she desired and if your situation was different, you would have happily followed her in between the sheets.

The two of you sat on her bed and continued to talk, a bottle of cheap alcohol in your hands. It didn't take her long before she tried to make her move. She leaned in to press her lips to yours, but you pushed yourself back, standing up onto your feet as to put distance between you. Yara cocked an eyebrow at you, not certain why you wouldn't want to take things further.

"Please do not take offence," you whispered. "I cannot show you any affection to you, it was already too much to know you have already stolen my heart, let alone act upon such a feeling."

"I take no offence, I think you should follow your heart," she smirked. "And let it lead you into my arms."

"I wish I could," you sighed. "I am married."

She paused. "You are?"

"It is loveless. It was political and is far more in name than in love. He spends most of his time in brothels. Past the consummation of the married, I do not believe he has as much brushed my hand let alone done anything to do with passion. I may not love him, but I still said my vows."

Yara shrugged her shoulders, reaching out a hand to take yours and tug you back to her.

"Vows matter not if they mean nothing," she stated. "And I cannot say you would be the first married woman I have lain with. Your married means nothing to you and therefore means nothing to me. All that does matter is the two of us and the pleasure I can offer you."

You took in a harsh breath, your heart thumping against your breath. Even though you weren't in love with your husband, you doubted that you would ever question your loyalty to him.

"I am no common whore," you frowned. "I am meant to be a loyal wife."

She laced her arms around you, pulling your body flush to hers, her face level with your cleavage.

"He is not a loyal husband, so why should you offer your loyalty to him?" She offered, tracing her fingers against your waist. "I can take care of you in ways he never could but only if you would let me."

You thoughts raced through your mind but it didn't take much deliberation before you nodded your head and let Yara take control, showing you everything you had missed from a loveless marriage of convenience.

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Written by Charlotte.

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