The Princess Slave – Chapter 54

Violette POV

I didn’t want to be touched. Or talked to. Or be around a single person. I just wanted to be left alone, but no one would. I was having a hard time grasping the fact that my throat had been slit by one of my Fathers men. I just couldn’t stop repeating that night in my mind.

It felt like a terrifying nightmare that I absolutely could not wake up from. It was killing me.. I just couldn’t figure out how I could possibly be okay again after this.

there’d be no room.. I guess that’s what I get for having a long neck.

.. but I only see it as a curse anymore.

aken a drastic turn.. and all I could think was that this happened because I’m his slave.

take it.

said. If he’d just left me at home.. my father wouldn’t have tried to kill me. At least that’s what I want to believe.

was firm in his attempts. He held my arms down as he picked me up and walked me over to the tub.

n.

used to. Still, I didn’t move.

g this more difficult than it has to be.” He sighed. He pressed his back against me as he reached around me and untied th

dn’t changed since they’d taken off the bloody gown from that night. I hadn’t done anything but lie in bed and get angry every time someone bothered me.

hear his heart racing in his chest.. but he never made any advances.

re pointing to the bath.

hesitated before finally nodding. If he was forcing me to bathe, he was

ghed. He pulled his shirt o

what comforting, even if I didn’t want to admit it.

ld just let me be, and I would be perfectly content.

his hand in mine as I lowered myself in.

dn’t.

oaking my hair.

not a sound comes out. It frightens me that maybe I’ll never be able to speak again.. but at the same time, I enjoy the silence. Even if it’s my own.

swallow, every urge to cough, to sneeze, to drink.. I couldn’t imagine eating. Even as I’m healed I still have the pain. I just wish it would go aw

and began washing my shoulders.

er.

y I am.” He said softly. He reached forward and tilted my head just enough so that he c

or my Father that blackens my heart. I thought about that night constantly.. everything was so good. But it ended so badly. Most of the time I felt numb.. but I would have random bouts of these emotions and I hated them with all of my being.

ometimes I’d get close to writing it out, but I could never bring myself to do so.

o that I could straddle his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and silently cried.

so cruel.

was ripped through the woods.. scared for my life? I tried to shift but I couldn’t.. I tried to fight back but I was weak

rse.

didn’t realize how much this had affected him. He had dark circles under his tires eyes, his hair unkept, his scent was off because he too hadn’t bothered to bathe. I forget that he watched it happen.. that it may have affected him more than I thought.

ink I’ll ever be the same.

him and felt calm. I didn’t hate him. And I couldn’t blame him for what my father did. I’m sure if my Father had the gu

clean clothes for him until he began to dress after he dried off.

He looked back at me and I shook my head.

ked over to my desk, grabbing a piece of paper and my quill. I wrote down on the paper and held it out for him.

paper read.

atrice bring food?” He asked. I closed m