The Princess Slave – Chapter 8

Violette POV

The gardens are magnificent. The gardens at home aren’t quite as lovely as these. And all we have at home are white roses that match our family’s rather distinct white hair. But this garden.. has flowers off all kinds. There’s even a section of fresh fruits and vegetables that looks absolutely delicious.

“Do you enjoy your time outside?” The guard named Loren asked. I noticed he looks at me every once in a while, debating to speak or to just let me walk in peace.

g on down the path.

ached by a woman I’d never seen before.

for not being able to speak to anyone besides Loren. She seemed disgusted and irritated with me.

s, miss Minerva.” He said.

I have a small chat

I’m sure he wouldn’t be upset if I talked to her.” She insist

I will not disobey them.” He growled. She crossed her arms

rry. I meant slave, but same difference, right?” She laughed. Yeah, real funny.

I still have my virtue.. but who knows how long that w

ft us here watching her retreat. My mind was still confused about the intera

.. that’s pretty rare. I don’t feel as if he has any ill intentions towards me.

ou don’t control her.. unless you do.” I smiled softly and he di

wed his head. I giggled at the sight.

xactly is she?” I asked. I was intrigued with what she said.. a special friend of the Kings. What exactly does that mean

ries. She’s an old flame and super jealous that he took me, a princess, as a slave. Or, she’s just a side piece until he finds his mate, if he even has one.. and she’s jealous that he took me as a slave. Or maybe, they’re just good friends and she hates me because of who my family is and the entire war going on

but I find her snake-like and I don’t like it. And I don’t like the relationship she has with the King.. but I’m just his guard so it’s not my place to speak on it.” He said.

what could’ve been such a peaceful morning turned into a world of hell for me. I haven’t even bathed.. I had the time and I chose sleep.. I th

n.” Loren said and I nodded my

n.

g things on them.

r.” I said.

said. I looked over and sure enough, there was a plate piled high with food.

couldn’t stomach the thought of food earlier, maybe I should’ve just eaten anyways.

s.

re life.

He asked from his office. I finished piling up my dishes and spoke.

he doorway of his office and looked at him. He looked very tired like he hadn’t been sleeping well lately. His hair was tousled on his head and he had dark circles under his eyes that w

en though I wanted to do anything but that. I stopped about a foot away and he looked me over once before speaking again.

butterflies and I hate it. Why do I have to be so.. weird about him?

ster,” I said in a low voice

laid with a man before, have you?” He asked.

ed for a moment at the word mate. He waited a few moments before he continued speaking.

a moment but nodded my head.

I said. He looked like he had more to say but he never did besides to excuse me.

He said. I bowed my head and made my way out of his chambers.

as relieved is an understatement. I wanted out before he tried to force himse

nose. That’s odd. I leaned my head over my shoulder and sniffed the chair. He has definitely been in this chair recently. But for what?

atch me sleep? No. That’s absurd, Violette. Why do you have to conjure such ridiculous thoughts? There is no reason for it.

inutes and I found myself falling into an abyss of endless nightmares once again.