The Princess Slave – Chapter 7

Viktor POV

Where is she? I said 2 hours. She’s well over 20 minutes late. I was lenient on her because it was her first few days. But 20 minutes is well over-pushing it.

“Loren,” I growled through the mind link. I was finding myself getting angrier with each moment that passed without her entering my chambers.

ate.. I don’t understand why I was so bothered, it is nothing out of the ordinary to share of slave. She should be grateful I haven’t allowed several men to tak

’s not used to being a slave, that she was once a princess who’s only care in the world was what dress she was going to wear for the day.. but that’s still no excuse to s

ast of all, she’s late. She’s disobedient as ever. I will have to put her in her place.

ly.

self.

gs she could have been doing in her room besides sleep. I left paper and quills, many books.. the last thing I’d anticipated was for her to be asleep.

ffiness that surrounded her eyes. Her white hair was still pulled up, but it was frizzy and there were random hairs sticking out of place in certain spots.

n bowed his head. I could tell Violette didn’t know whether to address me

said. He straightened his posture and walked out of the room.

ours,” I growled.

ay and being a slave is not for the faint of heart.

easy on you,” I said. I looked back over at her and saw she had moved

know how to re

closer to her when a flash of the day my family got murdered went through my mind.

mily was nothing but monsters. Especially that Father of hers. I brought her to be my slave to ruin her. To ruin her Fathers name

” I growled to her. After everything I endu

uncertainty and everything disappears.

. but I also didn’t want to lay a finger on

. maybe she’d snuck around.

She said.

re I found her.

n, take my slave to the gardens for some fresh

im at all times. Never leave his sight.” I said.

replied. The door opened and Loren took her to the

not stop thinking about her? She’s the daughter of my enemy. That makes her just as guilty for the crimes that have been committed.

generations. It used to be petty tricks

her throat. The last thing my dad saw before he died was me being dragged off with King Arthur screaming.

find that he ran and left his daughter with no protection.

e kept her hands clasped behind her back as she moved along the rows of flowers.

ied to picture it, but the idea could never appear in my mind.

is my enemy.