The Princess Slave – Chapter 5

Violette POV

I had the strangest dream last night. Father was yelling at me after finding out that I’d let Lillian have one of my bows and a necklace.. instead of being forced to have my hands struck 400 times and my back whipped, King Viktor placed his hand on my face and took me away to be safe.

I would’ve rather gotten the strikes on my hands, and I have, but it appears my dreams have other ideas.

pened the curtains.

allowed to. Goddess, I hate this life so much.

’ll be joining the King for breakfast.” She said. What? Breakfast?

sides the King. Do this, and you may eat breakfast afterward.” She said. I can’t look at anyone. What an odd rule. Either way, the idea of getting to eat breakfast is enough reason for me to obey.

n’t get washed. They have their own.. facilities and do their own things. One maid drenched my hair while the other scrubbed my feet. The water was nice and hot, soothing my aching muscles due to last nights sleep. I have always loved baths like these.

reat me well before you murder me? Is it some sick twisted way to torture my family? My ancestors?

t of the bath and dried me off, braiding my long hair and pinning it up in a low bun. I raised my hands and pu

s one was black, and not as see-through. Well, except for when I stand in front of the light.. then you can se

right away,” Beatrice said. I nodded my head and began my short walk to his room.

as the King paced around the room picking up items and throwing them back down.

e?” He asked. I took a second to respond as I thought, then nodded my head as an image of me rolling up a ties comes to mind. I walked over to the dresser and opened it, it was complet

breakfast?” He asked.

at me and I wondered why.. did he regret this dress color

very well put together.. and as much as I hated to admit it, he looked handsome in his dress clothes.

h with fear.

eyes without saying a word. Something about him made my fingertips ache to touch him.

ross my collarbones. Why does he make my skin feel like this?

t the head of the table and I took mine by his feet.

w chatting. If I break a rule I’d know exactly who was speaking. His voice almost sounds familiar. I won’t risk it though.

espond and the other man sp

clenched and he spoke. He tended so slightly, almost as if the idea of another man touching me had angered him. I shook away the thoughts; I’m being ridiculous again.

Viktor said bluntly.

not tradition that when a King takes a slave that he shares her with the other royal heads?” He asked. Fear filled my every pore and I wanted to run away or die

ktor’s said.

not try your slave?” The man pushed.

r a moment, his expression was cold and dangerous.

ments. My world began to spin and I could feel myself begin to panic. No.. I cannot go through with this! I’d rather die! I started shaking in fear and I looked around for a way out but there was none.

eyes met with him I filled with disgust. My Fathers so-called best friend, King Richard.

He said. My stomach turned to knots and my heart began beating out of my chest.

uld’ve sworn I saw hesitation.

y glaring bystanders.. probably King Richard’s mate. It wasn’t my fault.. I didn’t ask for this, nor did I ever want it. My eyes stung as tears threatened to pour from them.

ear. The need to vomit all over him hit me hard but I held it back as best as I could. I wanted to flinch away from him, but I knew as a slave that that means I’ll get a beating.

lips when I felt his hardness press against me.

for him for doing this to me. I will never forgive him.

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