Paige flapped her wings hurriedly as she skimmed over and near the canopy of the Everfree, panting. Trailing a short distance behind, and slowly gaining, was a more than eager pegasus stallion. In the shadow of the setting sun, his shadow kept eclipsing her in her haste. Her violet eyes scanned the trees, desperate to find some opening that would provide solace from her pursuer.

“Just giv’ap ya cunt!” he shouted, his thundering pair of wings quickly closing the distance between them. “Ya know the longah you fly, the mo’ tired you’ll be!”. Paige took a risking glance over her shoulder. While her breath was quick to catch, the muscled, stronger and bigger stallion behind her had barely broken a sweat. They had to be half a mile out of Stableton at this point, soaring over the uncharted thick brush of the dangerous forest below, far enough from any town or pony that what happened out here would be left unknown to the world. She hoped she was making the right choice, and that the guardsman would have some sense of rationality left to not pounce on her.

“Fine, catch me then!” Paige spat, pulling her wings in tight. Air streamed fast her and whipped up her mane and tail as she dove. She gritted her teeth, shivering as the icy night air struck through and stuck to her clothes, barely warded off by her body’s quaking. Finally a clearing next to a river opened up, and Paige dove down to the wet grass, hands on her knees as she dropped her bag. She winced, pulling her wings to her back as they began to cramp; she’d never flown that far so fast before. The guard touched down a bit behind her, rolling his shoulders before cockily putting a hand to his hip, the other resting on his codpiece.

“Thas’ a good mare” he praised. He took his first step forward as Paige turned around, standing in front of her bag. One side of his muzzle rose up in a twisted grin. An unspoiled prize of an uncollared, still-feathered Pegasus would be a rare boast in the coming weeks as males came to their senses, he thought. And so far away from any town or stallion, or even stag, he could have as long as he wanted with her. “Now… you’re gonna kneel on those pre’ty lil’ legs of yours, and beg like a good bitch.” Paige grimaced, her nose scrunching at the thought. As her ears pressed back, she remembered the turmoil probably still occurring in Stableton, mares not getting as good of a deal, and instead being forced to commit atrocious acts as multiple stallions with their thick, long throbbing-- She shook her head slightly, sickness coming to her stomach at the thought. Taking a hard swallow of the breath she’d been holding, she slowly walked over a few paces, lowering herself onto her knees, and placing her hands down on the ground. Reflexively she pressed her tail down against the back of her jeans as she glared up at the guard, biting her lip as she thought. He had pushed aside whatever protection he had been wearing, the once concealed member now fully erect, marbled in color and throbbing with anticipation.
“Maybe if ya finish me quickly, an’ call me Masta’, I’ll get you a shiny red colla.” He smirked, dragging the tip of his tongue across his lips. “A few… lovin’ beatings will have you behave a lot better...”. The stallion pulled the helmet from his head, tossing it aside to get a better view of Paige. It clattered with a dull thud as it rolled into a nook in the grass. The pegasus’ mane was short and matted from hours of marching, the vibrant blue a dull indigo in the shadows of the trees. “There we are… now open that cunt mouth of yours, and smile…”. The stallion sauntered up, holding back a chuckle as Paige came face to face with the biggest, and most real representation of Stallionhood she’d ever seen. It throbbed in the light, a bit of precum coating the swollen flare. The flight and adrenaline pumping through the stallion’s veins kept his cock upright, begging to be swallowed. Paige bit her lip, looking up at the man. “Go ahead then..”

Paige smiled. Her smile turned to a smirk, then that of anger as she pushed forward. Her back hooves dug into the ground, wings giving a sudden flutter and push, and her hands left the ground with a grunt. Her forehead collided with the stallion’s length, forcing the shaft back in an unforgettable bend, and eliciting a pained wheeze from the man. His hands clutched his quivering cock, legs clenching together as he coughed, pupils shrinking to the size of pins as unbelievable pain struck through his stomach.

“Acchchkkk!” He gurgled, dropping onto his knees with rage in his eyes. He could barely choke out a word before the second wave of pain struck through him as Paige drove the top of her hoof between his hands. Another pained scream left his muzzle, shoulders arching in pain as his vision blanked to a white heat, eyes screwed shut, and his wings contorting into a pained cramp. A sudden gong rang against his temple, echoing through his mind as his eyes rolled back behind closed lids, body falling limp before crashing with the sound of clanking metal onto the grass. His wings were splayed out on either side of him. Paige panted, her left hand tightly gripping the furred top of the guard’s helmet, a dent now in the left face guard, catching the sparkling of the nearby river as it swung. Her breathing quickened again as she dropped the helmet, taking a cautionary step forward; the guard’s eyes flicked around behind the shut lids, lights of a thousand colors dancing behind them as his consciousness fought through the blackness. Paige snarled at him, baring her teeth as she knelt down, and spoke quietly, more aloud to herself than the silent stallion. “This doesn’t hurt me as much as it will you… and will keep you here for a while…”. Paige reached out, grabbing the long feathers at the ends of the stallion’s wings, and gave a sharp tug. The skin pulled taut before releasing a handful of nearly a dozen, perfectly preened long white feathers, now broken and smashed in her hand. Paige reached out her pinky and ring finger, taking a few more to leave the man’s now asymmetrical wings incapable of sustained flight. The quills pressed themselves against the palm of her hand, the sharp sting of pain slowly beginning to bring Paige back to her more civilized senses. The pounding in her ears of her heartbeat and the male’s panting were drowned out by the wind and the crashing of water on the nearby banks. Her eyes went wide as she took a few steps back, letting the feathers in her hand fall free as she rubbed her upper arms.
She struck a guard. She hurt a member of the Equestrian Military, knocking him out and stripping him of half of his wing’s feathers in a fit of rage. If running from whatever chaos hadn’t landed her on some watch list, it would now.

“I…” she muttered, every following sentence catching in her throat. She couldn’t kill him, could she? What would be the point? That…”That guard… probably has a wife… o-or a husband… or a special somepony...”. She’d be destroying more than one life if she hurt him worse. The guard made a deep grunt, fighting back against the pain in his head as the smell of grass flooded his nose, spurring him to wake up. The pain still burned and throbbed deep inside his stomach, a radiating surge of paralyzing uncomfort keeping him glued to the ground. A small shift of his shoulders had his left wing spasm and twitch, eliciting another pained and muffled whine.

“I… I’m sorry” Paige whimpered, taking off towards her bag. She grabbed its strap mid stride, flapping her strained wings with one final burst to carry her over the river, and ducked into the blackness of the Everfree forest. The light of the clearing was swallowed by the tree trunks that grew larger and taller the deeper she managed to get in. Nothing mattered more to her at this moment than to keep getting away from the devastation she abandoned, even if getting lost in the Everfree was the only option.

“Uggghhh...my ‘ead” the guard grumbled, making a great effort to turn his head to the side. A thundering pulse crippled his vision as he rested his injured head on the grass, shutting his eyes as he took in a sharp breath. The air was cold and brisk as a chilled breeze whipped through the air. He pulled his hands into fists as he raised himself to his hands and knees, then to a pair of shaky hooves. Opening his eyes, squinting as he looked in the dark, the guard grabbed his helmet, sat dented and covered in a fine layer of evening dew, and pulled it to his side as he looked around to find the empty clearing before him. Whatever mare he’d been following had gotten the jump on him, through whatever astronomical odds. No matter, he thought to himself as he dusted the water from his helmet. Some mares escaped Canterlot, others probably got a head start, but they’d all be found in the end, just like the Major said.

“Or die in the forests…” He said with a chuckle. The man secured his helmet, tightened the straps on his hoof guards, and took a running start, taking a leap into the air… which promptly ended with a crash and tumble into the grass he just tried to leave. A bout of swearing left the stallion that would have even the most vulgar man blush at as he flung his right wing into vision. The perfectly cleaned and ceremoniously groomed wing was a half plucked excuse for a wing, the long feathers that helped the pegasi keep their flight, missing. The skin beneath, barely visible through the smaller secondary and tertiary feathers was a raw and bruised red.

“That… that stupid cunt of a mare!” He roared, striking the ground with his fist. Should’ve been her wings plucked and savored with every feather removed, the guard snarled. Enough feathers gone to keep him from flying, but not enough to be noticed… for now. He took a glance to the sky as it shone in all it’s brilliance, unsheltered by the lack of city lights. Scanning for the moon, the guard slowly made his way back to the east and where he came from. “Can’t be too far… we didn’t fly that fast”.

About two and a half hours later, the stallion finally pushed himself free of the last bit of vines and shrubbery that kept him from civilization, heading down the back roads into Stableton. His once shining armor, a beacon of the new regime’s power, had been scratched, dirtied, and left largely unpresentable as to befit a male in these new coming times. Smoke still whisked in the high air near the mountains, but the town largely remain unscathed. What few buildings the Warbeasts had been left unchecked on had been stripped to the ground, valuables divided up to the males, while the lumber and any feminine clothing had been tossed into several large bonfires that stretched down the town’s main street.
Along the street, chained or caged near the front of the unspoiled residences were the mares of the town in a variety of collar colors, all under watch by a small rotation of guards. Most that were uncaged, too tired to fight or struggle were asleep, slumped in messy and unorganized piles. The more violent ones that had been caged occasionally banged their fists on the bars enclosing them, eyes tired and heavy, with each outburst coming more slowly than the last. The others that were uncaged and awake sat quietly to themselves, staring wantingly at the warm fires, knees huddled to their exposed chests and stomachs as the new, self proclaimed rightful owners of Stableton feasted around the fires. The shaky mare He shielded his eyes from the bright light of the fire to see a higher ranking Caribou with a clipboard, talking to a group of Canterlot Guard Stallions off to the side with a few unarmored, visibly unsure and shaken stallions.

“I trust these numbers are correct?” The caribou asked, raising his brow. The Caribou’s coat was a dusty grey, the lower parts of his limbs trancending into a faded brown. A grey head of hair had been shaped into a mohawk, a large section near the front falling down and obstructing the top of his right brow, and on his left ear hung a single silver ring. His right eye was covered by a worn and dusty eyepatch in need of replacement, though the judgemental glare in the left more than made up for its loss.

“Y-Yes...sir.” The stallion replied. “May I… go home now?”

“Yes, yes, dismissed” The Caribou replied with a lazy wave of the back of his hand. The Stableton stallion was quick to be rid of the presence of the differently horned creature, and disappeared into the dark. The tired Pegasus slowly approached the group, slipping off his helmet.
“About fuckin’ time you made it back” A larger darker coated pegasus piped up. He crossed his arms over the golden chest piece with a sly smirk. “Lost your quarry?”. The white-coated pegasus opened his mouth to retort before the Caribou turned to him.

“Given your time coming back I’d already written off your mare as a lost cause” He began, flipping over a few papers. Hastily sketched on the third page of his clipboard was a dull yellow script with finely drawn markings, and the imprints of words written on the page above it. “The report was given an hour ago and sent shortly after.”

“What is it then, Sergeant Veihg?--Sir??” The pegasus hastily added. Veihg reached into a fold of his armor, pulling out half of a broken set of spectacles, and sat them on his nose as he read the report.

“Sixty-five percent black collared, twenty-five percent unassigned, three percent red, one percent purple…” Veihg grunted as he looked over at the group of stallions near the furthest campfire, the Mayor of the town smirking happily with a hand buried in the mane of his de-horned secretary slave, while the other fingered the shining silver ring on the violet collar placed around her neck. Two other stallions vied for room at her rear, burying themselves to the hilt in unrestrained lust. Not that the now-mindless fuckmare minded. The Caribou looked back, taking a long hard look at the tired Pegasus, muzzle curling back with severe disappointment. “An unintentional one percent… and six percent unaccounted for. Your squadmate over there subdued the most mares here today, and you failed to capture one. You, one of the finest bred stallions of your guard, failed at catching a female.”

“I understand, sir, but--”

“No excuses.” Veihg snarled. “Your recommendation for you new posting, I believe, is not going to be fulfilled, soldier. Now go find what leftover food there is and take a mare off a building if you want for the evening.” The Sergeant turned back to the group as a few more lesser ranked Caribou strode up, and the defeated tired pegasus stormed off to relieve himself. Some of the canterlot guard also filed off to find somewhere to sleep for the night, some grabbing a mare along the way, while a few others stayed with their new brethren. “The carriers should all reach Canterlot by sunrise, and Major Kurst can start getting an idea formed as to what resistance from females we will be expecting in this new posting.” The caribou familiar with the recently-promoted Major all gave sharp understanding nods, while the stallions mulled about the conversation with uneasier acknowledgements. “While the crystal’s cure will help ease this transition, the coming weeks will not be easy. I expect you all to get a good night’s rest--There is no train tomorrow, and it is going to be a long march. Dismissed”. Veihg turned, rolling his shoulders as he sauntered back to his tent, giving a long tired sigh that his favorite cow wouldn’t be there to greet him.

Paige carefully tiptoed through the bush in front of her, stopping as she heard the dripping of rain above her slip through the trees. Her fur was muddy and matted, her normally curled mane flat against her shoulders and parted along the base of her wings, useless in the dense Everfree around her. Barely enough starlight made its way down to the ground to give Paige any notion of where she was going, but even she couldn’t figure out exactly what she was looking for, just so long as she put as much distance between her and the canterlot guard as possible. Her tired hooves pushed her through the muck to the other side of the bush, revealing a small patch of dry grass between a set of four trees. Setting her bag against the trunk of one of them, she slowly sank to her knees and rested her side against it, leaning her head against the bark and wrapping her arms around her sides to keep warm.

The day’s events started to play through her mind as she finally felt safe from the turmoil. She shuddered, blinking away tears that formed in the corners of her eyes. Paige felt the heat of the flames, the pain in her chest as she flew away. The ache of stumbling through the dark for what felt like an entire night, bruise forming on her shoulder where her bag hung. Hot tears washed down her face and dripped off her muzzle. Her mind felt like static as she cried, buzzing incoherently in a state of hock, the dark of the forest making it impossible to know if her eyes were shut or staring at the black dirt. Paige’s sobs racked her chest, heaving with every gasp as she felt more and hopelessness wash over her.

“What...do I do?” She blubbered, shivering. She didn’t know the first thing about the interior of the Everfree; all Equestrians were really let on to was to avoid it at all costs; the last unclaimed and uncivilized location in the land, home to monsters that people would tell each other of on Nightmare Night. What about water, or food? There was nothing edible in these forests… except for her, she worried. Water would only keep her going for so long, and she could never find her way back to the clearing with the river now. Paige’s breathing picked up, a sickness knotting itself in her stomach, forcing her to curl into a tighter ball against the tree as the world felt like it was dying around her. She finally gave into the exhaustion and the bleakness of her existence, letting the wash of warm sleep envelop her.

Paige stirred, blinking away a dreamless sleep and the uncomforting crick in her neck and shoulders as she forced herself to sit up on her knees. She turned her gaze to the sky, squinting. Stars still hung above her, shifted ever so slightly, the moon letting its light dance across the Everfree. She blinked and squinted harder, not sure how long she’d been out. It could’ve been minutes, or a couple hours--

“Or a full day…” She said, completing her thought. She breathed on her hands, rubbing her arms as she stood. After all she’d been through, running, fearing for her life, subconsciously her best decision was to stay asleep. No one had found her, or discovered her, and a good day’s rest had given her the strength to continue. But now, she wondered, where she would go next. If she went back towards Stableton, the guards and the monsters might be gone, but there was no certainty of that. And the deeper she went into the forest, the less chance she’d have of getting out. “I should have paid more attention in Mare Scouts…’stead of selling bullshit wheat cookies...”
Paige continued her slow pace, carefully minding every step, bush, and sound she came across. Regardless of their size, most creatures sayed away from her for the time being. Pony-kind hadn’t claimed so deep into the forests, and the hind walking equine elicited caution from the wild animals. She looked up after a few hours of walking as the sun started its track across the sky. Though, as deep as it was in the forest, even the blazing symbol of Equestria’s longest reigning matriarch could barely cast a glow deep enough to illuminate a short distance in any direction until it got higher. Satisfied that she was far enough from any sources of harm, ponykind or not, Paige set to work on a plan to outlast the chaos that currently gripped Equestria.

Over the next day and a half, Paige traveled deeper into the woods, running when she could spare the energy as she dared not to fly above the trees, or in the deep thick foliage that surrounded her. What berries and non-poisonous plants she was able to find amidst the brambles and bushes were hastily plucked and scooped into the loose insides of her bag, washed later in the streams she passed over, or hastily scarfed down as the light faded in the sky. For the night, Paige had found a comfy nook in an old dead tree to rest in, the opening facing a thicker section of the forest. A shirt from her bag had been ripped, sacrificed into a makeshift carpet in an attempt to keep the unending dirt from seeping into her fur, clothes and bag, while the bag itself sat beneath her head. Her tired eyes swept back and forth through the opening, ears twitching at the slightest sound, a constant state of panic sitting in the back of her mind.

“Mmph…” she grumbled, rubbing her cheek against the bag as she shifted. Paige pulled her arms closer, rubbing the worn cuffs of her shirt with a sigh before sitting up. Some crackling noise had been scratching at the air for the past… She paused, blinking as she winced. She could barely estimate how fast time passed now. “Can’t be that far though.” Paige moved to the entrance, slipping a hand on the edge of the opening before peering out, darting her muzzle left to right as she searched for the noise. Her ear swiveled before turning again, seeing a small, dancing orange ball pulsing through the trees, clinging low to the grass. She took a quick glance to the sky, still seeing the moon lording above the forest as she pondered. It couldn’t have been the sun. Unless Celestia had to forget about the sun to do… whatever she had to have been doing now with the guard. Or worse...something happened to her and her sister. Paige bit her lip as her ears fell and thoughts went wild. What if the guard made it this far because something did happen in Canterlot? What if the princesses failed? What would happen to Equestria, or the Crystal Empire? Paige shook her head to clear her thoughts, gripping the ground as she focused on the here and now, looking out into the darkness. Curiosity began to outweigh preservation as she slid her hand back, grasped her bag off the ground, and inched her way slowly towards the light, her hooves sinking slightly into the muck. As she silently put her hooves down in the grass and earth, Paige squinted ahead of her with a nervous trembling of her pursed lip. It wasn’t sunlight or a creature, but the light that shone in the dark forest was a young fire, still sheltered by large beams of dry wood that leaned together over it; a ring of rocks held the cheap and quickly made fireplace together, insides burning a deep orange. Around the campfire were a couple bags, a large cloth rolled into a bolt, some torn and damaged jackets and scooped into a pile on another shirt, a pile of wild fruits. Paige set her hand on the tree next to her, stepping into the ecstasy of the warmth of the fire, and up to the pile of random objects.

“What in Equestria...” She thought aloud, reaching down. The edges were a tailored and embroidered gold, almost Canterlot quality of stitching. Why was it out here? As her fingertips brushed the cloth, she gasped as a golden aura encased her wings, and the sound of the whisking aura of a unicorn’s magic dominated the air. The feathered appendages were pulled taut, muscles frozen in place, and by extension, her entire body held down and unable to move. A gruff, female voice spat quickly as it grew closer with every word.

“You, pegasus. Are you with them?”

Multiple sets of hooves, cloven and flat, clopped down the hallways of Canterlot Castle. Every few feet, the noise would lessen as guards and other personnel found their respective rooms, bunks, or temporarily-assigned work stations for the day. The back halls of the castle had been spared much of the resistant mares’ actions during Canterlot’s liberation; windows and doors were left fully intact, rugs and floors unscuffed, though all decor of the previous regime had been hastily removed, leaving small tables bare and benches removed. Veihg became the last one to traverse the long hallway, absentmindedly fixing the strap on his eyepatch as he pushed back his hair. It had been a long, hot, and aching march back to the capital city the past few days, and the Caribou was desperate to take a long time relaxing in the barrack’s shower. Though, work would have to come first, he reminded himself. Duty always came before personal pleasure. The Sergeant found himself in front of a garish purple and pink door. He couldn’t help but grimace at the choice of color, rolling his eyes mentally that a female had probably been tasked with decorating it at some point. Veihg raised his hand to the door, knocking on it by loudly tapping his right index finger, then middle, and finally his pinkie in a quick succinct rhythm. He paused, and then repeated the request to enter.

“You don’t need to knock” A voice called from within. Veihg smirked, reaching down to the silver handle as he pushed it in, stepping inside before closing it after him. The room was long and thin, five rounded triangular windows lining each side, all casting light onto an oblong wooden table surrounded by chairs. At the end, a slightly taller caribou stood in front the chair he’d just risen from, hand twirling the small bit of loose fur that hung from his chin as he was deep in thought.
The stag’s coat was a deep oak brown, though beginning at the elbows and knees the fur faded into a stunning grey with white accents, hanging down to eclipse half of the black hooves he stood on. His muzzle shared the same coloring, slowly eclipsing from white to brown as it approached his eyes and cheeks, while a long white strip tapered up to between his eyes and disappeared as it reached between his antlers. His hand slipped from his jaw, running along the top and back of the smoother and more finely trimmed hair that barely extended past his fur. He turned around with a smile, away from the papers, grey eyes looking to his subordinate. They paused, each sharing a clasped fist to their chest as a sign of greeting and equal respect.

“So how’s the paperwork been, Kurst?” Veihg asked as he walked over, taking a seat and pulling it next to the Major. He set his hooves up on the desk, sighing with relief to be off them.

“Dull as a cow, and no pleasurable end in sight for now.” Kurst grumbled, lazily flicking his hand at the papers that scattered the end of the table. “Hand me that marker?” Veihg reached over, handing his commander the black-tipped pen.

“Exactly what are we looking at then?”. Kurst flipped over a transparent plastic sheet, setting it down on a grid lined map of Equestria and nearby borders, beginning to draw dashed lines.

“Within this radius…” The Major began, completing a hasty circle around the inner portions of Equestria, striking through forests and towns not far off. “There was reported a nearly zero percent of escaped mares thanks to our quick response. Males, thankfully, were beginning to come to their senses much faster, like we saw here in Canterlot. Whether or not this initial administration of the cure will stick remains to be seen”. Veihg nodded, slipping his hooves onto the floor as he leaned forward. He looked across the paper, to the west where his assigned group had gone. Kurst began to drag the marker in a larger radius, the line striking through Stableton. Veihg’s ears perked up. Kurst looked in the opposite direction. “There are some… deviant towns reported, some with no more than 50 residents that provided a bit of trouble, but they are being handled.” He looked back to the west.

“Here, a slight increase in devious mares” He began with a disappointed sigh. “And since all troops took more than 12 hours to reach this point from the last--” He drew four quick lines connecting the two circles, outlining the cardinal directions. “--the few mares that could escape, or Dainn forbid, stallions, had a chance to drive false fear of the new regime into further towns.” Kurst drew a larger, more unrefined section around the two inner circles, barely extending past the latter.

“Past this point, the… the hell was it called?” Kurst asked, hands outlining a generously sized set or orbs in the air.

“Crystal cock, sir” Veihg inferred, with a slight grin. “You’ve been poring over documents for too long.” The other caribou smiled back, giving a slight knock of his knuckles to Veihg’s shoulder before returning to the map.

“Past this point, the crystal cock’s initial wave of influence faded exponentially.” He said. He pushed his finger along some of the lines to erase them. “Any towns or settlements beyond that, for now, will have a much greater chance of escaped mares as they travel. Your report already mentioned three escaped.” Veihg sighed, biting the inside of his lip on the mark he was forced to leave on the report.

“Yes, yes, I’m aware.” He grumbled. “If it wasn’t for that damned unicorn coming out to meet us and getting his town in a fuss... self righteous, pompous--”

“Veihg”.
“Yes, sorry”. The second caribou rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s just been a long few days. I’ve no excuse for talking ill of a fellow man”. Kurst patted his shoulder.

“You know they won’t run forever. Can’t, given how weak they are. A handful here and there won’t last a week, once the land starts to fall into the natural order of things, as they realize their true place”. Veihg gave a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Then you and I are out of a job, sir, if they all conform so quickly”.

“I doubt it.” Kurst smirked, sitting back down into his chair. He fiddled with the bracer on his left wrist. “There will always be some black collar whose master left the back door open, or a cow that gets lost at a train station…” He paused. “Or some crystal mare too fucked out of her mind to understand where she is… Equestrians can be so damned complicated.”

“Speaking of…” Veihg transitioned, standing with a stretch, “I’m going to hit the showers and find my Frasha. No one can milk me like her.” Kurst cut in, completing the sentence at the same time as his Sergeant,

“And no one milks her like me”. The two shared a brief laugh. Kurst stood as well, giving Veihg a firm shake of the hand.

“You want in? You know she’s going to be so desperate for cock after the long journey here that she’ll want it anywhere. I’ll let you tug on her piercings if you want, she makes the cutest of noises”.

“I’ll find some cow or mare, don’t you worry” Kurst replied, turning back to his papers. “I just need to make some more sense of this and deliver it to Lord Ivangir by noon, is all. Service first, serviced second”.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading the 4th chapter of Turning a Paige! With her story now out of Stableton, Paige's venture will start to pick up pace. There will be an effort to get chapters out in a more timely manner, now that many slow building and establishing details have been set into motion.