The King's Fault

Hazel slipped into the dress she had been given as she stood before the mirror. To ward off the evening chilly wind, she draped a soft, woolen overcoat over her shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way outside to where the carriage awaited. As the cool night breeze brushed against her cheeks, her gaze fell upon Daedric, standing near the carriage. His piercing eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause for her.

'Get a hold of yourself, Hazel,' she silently urged, steeling her nerves.

"Get in," Daedric commanded, gesturing to the carriage.

Hazel nodded, her mind racing as she entered the carriage, Daedric following closely behind. Once the door shut, Hazel turned to him, unable to contain her curiosity. "Your Grace, where are we going?"

"A house of entertainment," Daedric replied without hesitation.

Hazel's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?" she gasped. "Isn't that... 'that' kind of place?"