The Princess Slave – Chapter 3

Violette POV

“What?” I asked. F*ck. I just broke rule number 4, didn’t I?

“Did Beatrice not explain you your rules?” He asked. He was standing in the doorway of his office, leaning against the door frame.

his head.

ouldn’t feel his emotions from here.. usually, I’m good about things like that. Everything about him is cold, dark, and expressionless. I couldn’t understand how a person could ever be this way.

broom against the wall and walked toward him.

sn’t think to reward me.. usually, slaves get rewarded if they’re good, but I don’t want that kind of reward.

fall on my knees for him.

me when I spe

to give way and I felt myself drifting into unconsciousness.

ht. I slowly fluttered my eyes open, the feeling I had, now going away.

I swear I heard a hint of worry in his voice but maybe that’s just whatever is happening to me. I must be hallucinating.. maybe even dreaming.

said breathlessly. He stood me up completely and pulled away.

ur duties out there in other parts of the castle with my approval, I want you in that room.” He said. A room? I already h

weeks since my capture. It has been pure torture.

ion on his face and he spoke again.

room.

they’d tell on me for speaking out of turn. So I reached forward and tapped on one’s shoulder.

as he turned to look at me.

cleaning supplies and shrugged my shoulders. One of the other guards took the suppl

e of the castle unless the King requests otherwise. I mean, that’s where I’ve been staying; far away from him. But now he wants me so close? In the same hallway as him?

et’s just say a really broke princess.

k with writing utensils on it. In the corner was even a tall shelf full of all different kinds of books.

erge myself up to my neck.

in my room all to myself. Maybe.. being a slave won’t be so horrible.. if I

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ould get used to it.

race as I lay in bed. Having a room and a bed makes such a difference.. I haven’t slept well

orld. He kept me in a cell. A dark, cold, and wet cell. Why? Because he’s brutal.

to you, and so can dehydration. The wolfsbane didn’t do much to me, they kept giving me smaller doses than what I’m used to taking every day. The s

rival royal princess isn’t very liked around here.

oke up screaming from the attack with the men and Sylvia.. that’s the first time I’ve ever killed a m

d me and closed my eyes. I just need to go to sleep. That will make me feel better.

I tossed and turned all night. Dreams of the King plagued my mind. Then the day we found my mother.

s from the warriors about her body when we received a package. When father opened the box.. she was cut into tiny little pieces. It all started when the Silver Aisle kingdom accused my Father of torturing and killing King Viktor’s younger brother.. but I know that’s not true! He was only a child and Father would never kill a child.