After the Mistress of the House Learned Her Manners, She Let Beggars Into Her Bed

I was dragged away again and again and forcibly broken in by the rural thugs serving as guards.

No one cared that I was the mistress of the general's household.

I cried until my throat was hoarse, shouting that I wanted to go home.

But all I got in return was even more brutal exploitation.

Three years later, I had grown numb, letting those people conquer new territory as they pleased, when I thought I heard my husband's voice outside the door.

But when he learned what I had endured over those three years, he said one thing to me.