Dylan POV. "Hey kiddo, you need to eat. You can't do anything if you haven't got the strength." Carlos had been worried about me all week. He stated that I’m getting worse treatment than even him. The dungeon is cold and dark, the potent smell of mold lingered in the air and my body had become extremely thin frail and weak. My clothes consisted of a small brown, potato like sack, dress that was draped over my head. It had little holes in here and there and now had a few blood splatters all over. I did have a single piece of rope that I used for a belt but that only showed my underweight figure more. I was extremely dirty, dried blood rested in my hair and on my skin. I hadn't showered in a long time. I smelt really bad my hair was greasy and extremely knotted, and only god knows what my teeth looked like. I had no shoes so my feet were bare and dry, and my lips were cracked from the insufferable amount of times the king had defiled me. For the last month the king had come down to s

Dylan POV I hadn't noticed how long I had been bathing for, until a small knock sounded on one of the many locked entrances of the bathroom. "Your Grace, it is time to prepare you for the king tonight. You have been in there for over an hour." I ignored my handmaiden and continued to bathe, trying hard to block out the sound of her high pitched voice. When I didn't answer a louder knock blasted through the room, as if a cannon had gone of. "Get out at once, his grace will not be happy if you are not ready and waiting for him." The old bitch that calls herself my dresser, was hammering on the door, ordering me to leave the room. I don't think they knew I was still in the bath tub. Ready and waiting? She made me sound like I was a fucking object or his dinner. I'm not gonna sit or stand in his room like an ornament just waiting for him to finish work. So I stayed where I was, my skin was becoming wrinkled from the now cold water, but the thought of getting out was just too hard to b

Dylan POV"Miss Riley?!" My head met that of the royal family as they all stared at me while we sat and ate our breakfast. Did someone ask a question or something? I suppose I was falling asleep at the table, I hadn't slept a wink last night after the latest rape I was subjected too. It was made worse when I got my period this morning, although it was somewhat of a relief that I wasn't pregnant with that bastards child, besides, I'm lucky, maybe his swimmers are low. I mean he's been raping me unprotected since I arrived here, it's honestly a miracle that I've had no permanent consequences. "When will you both complete the mating ritual?" The king had mentioned many times while I resided in the dungeon that the dowager queen was getting antsy. He kept telling me to let him mark me, but as I have stated many times before, I would rather die. "Oh I imagine it'll be done by the end of the five year anniversary celebrations." My eyes widened at this, he was delusional if he thought we w

Dylan POVI hadn't felt so at ease since long before coming to live here, and it really didn't take long before I fell asleep. I hadn't had any proper sleep in over a month, so the fact that I was comfortable enough, and felt safe enough was an absolute miracle. I woke up some time later and honestly, it was without a doubt one of the best sleeps I've had in a long time. I opened my eyes to find myself actually laid fully on the sofa, my head resting comfortably on the soft fabric arm. A large fluffy blanket was draped over my dress cladded form, and a drink of what looked to be cola in a glass with ice laid on the table in front of me. My mouth literally salivated at the sight before I remembered I was actually in the royal palace. I shot my body up quickly and groaned, still feeling a little achy from the previous night with the king. "Hey, hey. You're ok..." Royal Beta Lewis was quick in noticing my now conscious form and very quick to ease my my panic, he does genuinely seem to

Dylan POVThe way the king showed me off to the crowd was totally different from a month ago when he first announced me to the world. He got a little bit physical then, and hurt me, but he showed me off somewhat with pride last time, making sure the world knew I was his. This time though, he showed me off in disgust, and destain. Flashes of cameras went off in my face as everyone tried to capture my appearance. The brown potato sack outfit hung off my malnourished body and almost every inch of noticeable skin was littered with scars, cuts and bruises. I was a state. "Accept me and all this will stop!" The king whispered, his eyes glaring with deceit, he tucked my unruly hair behind my ear, and smiled at the disgust on my face, right before I spat blood in his. It was a clear act of pure defiance, and one that I stand by. The look on the kings now blood splattered face was complete outrage, as his fist quickly made contact with my cheek bone. An uproar of gasps sounded as my head wh