The Princess Slave – Chapter 40

Violette POV

I jumped out of bed sweating, my heart racing out of my chest. I looked around the room almost forgetting where I am. When I realized I was no longer in the hands of my father, I took a deep breath and began to relax.

I was having nightmares. Nightmares of the day we received my mother in.. in a box, cut into pieces.. the exact way Viktor’s brother was sent back to them. My father lost it that day, I’d never been so scared in my entire life.

or her.. and then we felt the bond snap. It was hours of pure terror I went through before we found her.

rds had to inspect it. And the look of horror on their faces said it all.

e the guards telling him he shouldn’t. Goddess, I’d never heard a man growl so loud in my life

on her face etched into my mind forever.

ow to react. I thought he was done, until he came back with a whip and ripped my dress open, striking my back repeatedly until there was no visible skin left.

y head in my hands sobbing. I knew better. But mom told me she would be fine. So I left her. I left her so that I could spend my time i

d out of my window. It’s light out. Very early in the morning. I knew I had a few hours before Ms. Beatrice would come to get me, so I walked over to my desk and grabbed a paper and a quill. I decide

d to get it out, maybe it would make me feel better. But honestly, I doubt it.

worse.

hours before I heard

wned as the door opened and

em neatly on the desk.

mething I’ve come to realize she does more and more with every day that passes.

ce and decided to write. May I ask what it’s about?” She asked.

oment before she pulled away.

She asked.

.

I said.

l had. I’d grown to really enjoy her company, and I like to think she feels the same.

we start the day?” She asked. I nodded my head.

e stepped away and helped me stand.

have the maids bring in your gown and bathe you first.”

ands.

. Beatrice began mixing up herbs.

sn’t it? But at home.. Lillian never cared to help. Instead, she always insisted. It was “our time”. She’d bathe me, dress me, and do my hair. In return, I’d do her hair and help her with her daily chores. We spent so much time together, you’d think we were connected at the hip.

asked. I nodded my head, which made the maids stop and look at me curiously. I let out a giggle.

d, she taught me her best dishes.” I said.

ing for a Princess.” One of the maids said.

nsed my hair and stood me up to wash the rest of me.

asked.

trice swatted her hand and I chuckled.

ay but didn’t loosen up on the scowl she had for the maid.

aid gasped.

to pry.” She said.

g like my Father.” I said truthfully. She smiled sadly at me and nodded.

led brightly at her.

tirely sure. It’s not that sad.. atleast, I don’t think it is. Maybe I’ve just gotten used to it, so much that it feels like a normal thing to go through.

ut, then dried me off.

and I tied the string in my bust.

ht down the hall?” I asked.

cond in command, Mr. Cedric replace his desk with old

ed last night? It truly made me wonder.