Sophia Florenzaの小説

A rhythm of some-type of normalcy dominates our lives with Eurydice gone. I can't explain how much I miss the little girl, with her keen insight into the world around her. Knowing more and seeing more than a typical five-year-old, who in my century, are more concerned with childish things.The day Brixtius revealed his love for me is the day he told he would write to the Roman bankers and Vestal Virgins. The one to the Roman bank was to have all his assets transferred from Pompeii to Rome. The second was for his will to be recorded, stating Eurydice is the sole benefactress of his assets. My job was to make sure the amounts transferred equaled the amounts the bank has received once the transfer is complete. This took about three weeks. Meanwhile, about a week and a half later, we received a letter from Eurydice.She wrote: "My loving Papa, I have safely arrived, and Rome is big and exciting! The buildings of the Roman Forum and the Imperial Palace are vast. Uncle Titus let me visit

We do make it to dinner on time, but my body is feeling sore in some places. I ask Brixtius before we leave his office if we can go to the bathhouse tonight after we eat. He only smiles like he's happy that he gets to clean me after getting me dirty. Men are such boys sometimes.I sit down on the couch, I have to sit tenderly, and I hear Brixtius snort. I stare and give him a dirty look, but he gives me a triumphant smile. I can only smile in return because I like this giddy side of him.Eurydice joins us a few moments later and sits down. A servant enters the room and waits patiently by Brixtius's side to be noticed. "Yes?" Brixtius asks the servant."Messenger from the Emperor to see you, Master.""Send them in," Brixtius responds with a wave of his hand. "Yes, Master," the servant responds before walking out of the room.A few seconds later, as if from a movie about Ancient Rome, a Praetorian Guard comes in. The man has removed his ornate helmet with the standard horse-haired Moh

Awareness fills me. And that is not the only thing filling me at the moment. I open my eyes, seeing I'm lying in a big bed and I remember everything from the night before. Brixtius starts kissing the back of my neck, and his fingers find one of my nipples. He is gently squeezing the peak, while his cock is filling me from behind. The sensation is making me wet, and my body responds with need."My pussy-cat likes waking up this way?" Brixtius teases behind me. "Mmmm hmmm," I moan, while heat and pleasure fill every crevice with my pussy as he moves in and out of me. His other hand finds my clit. "Oh, shit!" I hiss out as I come, my pussy squeezing his cock."That is it, my little pussy-cat," Brixtius pants, and I realize he's trying to stop from cumming deep inside me. I want to extend his pleasure for as long as possible.His magical hand takes me over the brink again as I shout out in pleasure. Blinding, white heat is infusing every atom of my body. And I'm clenching on his dick, h

Sister?!I give Brixtius a side-glance. He was once married to the Emperor's sister?! The shock of finding out that Brixtius was once married into the most powerful family in the known world has me floored. I just keep my mouth shut and listen to what is going on around me."Me too, my lord," Brixtius sadly responds. "I miss my Eurydice every day. But, Lady Jessa has brought a little sunshine into my house," he adds, shocking me yet again for the night. He continues with some malice in his voice, "Lady Corina has been nothing but a headache, causing me much strife in my house. She was starting to become disrespectful to little Eurydice. I was glad to be rid of her when I found out that Corina was whoring herself to the pleasure boys at Ludivicium's Palace -using my money. She bribed my house steward to keep it quiet. The only reason I am aware of this is that my house steward died and Lady Jessa looking through the accounts, did she bring it to my attention to what was going on."The

The litter is lowered gently to the ground, and Brixtius steps out and starts walking towards the colossal portico. I'm annoyed I am dressed up and dragged to this "party," and the person who I'm accompanying can't even wait for me to step out of the litter! And then I remember something: Chivalry has not been invented yet.I roll my eyes, as I'm struggling to stand because of the constriction of movement caused by my robe. A hand appears in front of me, and I desperately grab it like a lifeline. The hand is rough and callused but strong and pulls me up. Once I am on my feet, I glance at the owner of the helping hand. It is one of the litter bearers, a nice-looking man with a neutral expression. As if he's done this once or twice. And I am angry. Why the hell would it bother me?I smile sincerely at the unknown man, telling him, "Thank you." And I see it—a collar around his neck with a tag. I reach over and grab the label, and it reads: "I am owned by Brixtius Titus Corvinus, Senator

I made my way back to the dining room. Brixtius was sitting in his place, and little Eurydice is running through the opposite doorway. She's starting to feel better from her injury because her energy is returning to full throttle. "Papa! Papa!" She shouts excitedly. "We read about Julius Caesar and Emperor Augustus!""And what did you learn about these two men?" Brixtius quizzes."Julius Caesar was beloved by the people and was murdered because of it. But if it weren't for Caesar, Emperor Augustus would never have existed," the girl recites. Damn! That was the most straightforward answer I've ever heard about those two men!"Titian!" Brixtius bellows from his seat. He waits a few more seconds and screams the name again. A few seconds later, a young man sprints int the room. He's about my age, which I can only surmise as Titian. From the way Titian is trying to catch his breath, he was booking it to make it here."Yes. Senator. Brixtius," he heaves between each word."When you teach m

The days turned into weeks with infrequent skirmishes Braxius had to fight in. But as a Prince of Troy, it was his sacred duty. So I worried for him when he went to battle. I still cooked in the kitchen, the busy work keeping the thought of the city's imminent demise at bay.Who understands what really happened, right? I mean, the poem written by Homer is not based on Actual history.Polyxena was also stirring up trouble in the Queen's court. Bitching and moaning how a "worthless, slut, the cook could ever be decent enough to marry Prince Braxius."Her words through the servant grapevine.But I shrug off Polyxena's influence with Queen Hecuba. The Queen can hardly stand the whiny bitch herself from what was said through her household. The only reason why she tolerates Polyxena is that I'm their mutual enemy.Go figure.Queen Hecuba wanted Polyxena restored in the Prince's palace. But from what Braxius told me after a meeting with his mother, he confessed to her how Polyxena refused to

"The Princess wants to have a big banquet in celebration of Prince Paris's union to Princess Helen," Adrexa informs me, her voice panicked. "The banquet will be in five days, and we will need to prepare a feast for at least 500 people, if not more. And the King and Queen will be attending."Holy Shit!It has been two weeks since my "marriage" to Prince Braxius. We've stayed away from each other, with me living in the servants' quarters, and the Prince doesn't interact with the servants. I was lonely at night, wishing things had turned out differently.Isn't marriage grand?"Okay," I say, taking a deep breath. "We can roast a pig or a boar. It will take a few days. We can order some fresh clams and fish. Those are not hard to bake outside. We can also roast birds and such. We can do this," I tell Adrexa confidently.I list everything we needed for the food preparations. In a couple of hours, we have the pig that will be roasted and hundreds of live birds in cages to be butchered and co

I am woken up by a sharp rapping. "Go away, Meena!" frustrated I can't sleep on my vacation. We went to fairy hill yesterday! What could she possibly want to do today that is so important?But the rapping on the door grows insistent. And then it hits me.I'm no longer in Ireland or in the correct century! Meena isn't here!I open my eyes in a panic, seeing nothing but blackness, and I am disoriented. Remembering yesterday's events, I recall I was in a small cell and a cook for a Prince and Princess of Troy!Stumbling in the dark, seeing a faint glow underneath the wooden door, I open it to a scowling Adrexa and Aeneas, both holding small oil lamps. "What?" I demand."You need to be up now to feed the house. Get moving..." Adrexa immediately stops."You were about to call me 'slut' weren't you?" I sigh."Get to work, Jessa," is all she says as they both walk away.I quickly close the door behind me and follow the tiny lights in front of me.A great start to a new day!I quickly learned

"Oomph," The air is forced from my lungs as I land heavily on a hard surface. I gasp, trying desperately to pull air into lungs that feel flat, panic my constant companion as I try to breathe. What The Fuck Just Happened?!As I finally managed to take a full breath of air, I gag as the scent of fermented yeast fills my nostrils. What the...?Sitting up tenderly, I place my swirling head between my thighs as the feeling of nausea assaults me. Don't puke becomes my silent mantra as the sensation of drinking too many beers and needing to worship the porcelain god washes over me."You there! Serving girl! Get your ass up and get to work!" Someone shouts from outside of my field of vision, which, to be fair, only includes the rough linen skirt which covers my legs.Wait, I wasn't wearing a skirt. Where the hell are my clothes?"Huh?" I snap my head upward, regretting the movement as dizziness and unshed tears from the nausea cloud my vision. As I blink, the room is into focus, my panic ret

"Wake up, Jessa!" Meena rips the blankets from me, exposing my warm body to the cool morning air."Go away," I mumble, rolling over to block out the sunlight peeking through the lacy curtains of the small Bed and Breakfast room window. "I'm on vacation.""Exactly," Meena exclaims, tugging at my pillow. "We're on vacation! How many times are we going to have the chance to witness a solar eclipse in Ireland of all places!""I don't think a solar eclipse is going to be any different in Ireland than it is anywhere else," I grumble. Placing my arm over my eyes."But I want to watch it from the Fairy Hill!" Meena prattles on while she walks over to the dreaded window and pulls open the floral curtains. "And who goes on a trip to another country and spends their whole day sleeping?!""Someone who's spent the last few years foregoing sleep to achieve her bachelor's degree." Finally giving up on the idea of sleep, I push my dark hair out of my face as I blink up at her. "What the hell's a fair

fun night!Chapter ThirteenWe left Nantes after a week, Bryce wanting to fully restock the ship since we weren'tstopping at Bordeaux. The seas were calm, and the wind was in our favor to rocket us towardsSpain. Everyone stayed mostly above deck, enjoying the fair weather and the warm sun.88I am watching Bryce and the other sailors in a friendly competition of fishing fortonight's supper. Whoever catches the most fish wins an extra cup of grog, and so far, Bryce hasyet to find one.The majority of the competing sailors already have captured five or six different types offish, but they are using different bait and tackle than Bryce. I watch in amusement as Bryce'smood turns sour as another sailor hauls up another catch.Bryce's dark stare glances at me, but I smile full, and I stick out my tongue. I told himthat deep-sea fishing was way different from stream fishing. He gives me a dirty look whilesuppressing a smile that flitted on his lips. Bryce didn't think I would catch t

The fleet drifts down the Thames, the calmness of the river giving an air of tranquility,but I feel anything but calm. There are so many emotions rushing through me that I could burst! Iscan the green landscape float by, helping me relax and to formulate a plan.I ignore the deckhands rushing to the barking commands of the ship's captain. The sky isovercast, and seagulls scream while flying overhead, and the scent of salt is on the mild wind.Not all the sails were unfurled when we departed the docks because there wasn't a strong enoughbreeze to fill them."What are you thinking?" Bryce whispers behind me. I knew sooner or later, he wouldfind me, and this may be the best place for me to make a request. I don't turn around, wanting totake in the last time I'll probably see England at this time."Please avoid docking in Bordeaux, Bryce," I slightly plead."There shouldn't be a reason for us to land in Bordeaux," he answers."I don't trust Geoffrey," I mutter. I have an awful inkli

Boisterous merry-making greeted us when we returned to the banquet hall. Bryceunhappily plunked down into his seat, and I swiftly grabbed a goblet of wine to serve him. Thiswhole situation sucks!The King sings praises to Bryce for his prowess on the jousting field, and everyonefollows suit. But Bryce remains stoic, not engaging with anyone because he was blindsided bywhat happened in the library.When enough time has passed, Bryce stands to make his excuses due to his injury, andthe King allows him to leave the party early.Back inside the sanctity of the tent, Bryce picks up random items and starts throwingthem against the fabric walls. I stand outside of his throwing range and just watch in silence.Bryce sits heavily on the bed, his head in his hands. I quietly sit next to him, wrappingmy arms around him. "Do you want to talk about it?" I whisper."You heard it all. What's there to talk about?" He replies angrily, closing himself from meas he keeps his head down.74"Tell

The King's physicians did make an appearance, demanding entrance to the Duke'slodgings when the sun was at mid-morning. Sir Hubert must have assigned the most loyal ofBryce's guards because the commotion woke the Duke.Once I made Bryce comfortable, I went to the impatient doctors, taking my time to grantthe group entry. The physicians examined the Duke, patting themselves on the backs on howquickly the Duke was on the mend, thanks to the leeches and blood-letting.I was ignored throughout the entire exchange. However, Bryce would smirk every time Irolled my eyes at the head physician's self-praise."I thank you, gentlemen, for your hard work," Bryce states smoothly, ever the diplomat."Please inform the King that I will appear at court later this evening.""Yes, my lord," they all state in unison, making their formal bows and leaving the tent."This evening?" I question, crossing my arms. "Please remember who saved your assbecause it wasn't those smelly old fools.""I feel well

The bandage needed to be changed every few hours while I monitor Bryce's temperature.Sir Hubert visited, inquiring about the Duke's health. There wasn't much I could say except toshow the older man Bryce's condition."You seem to be quite competent in nursing the Duke, lad. Please send for meimmediately if you need assistance with anything. ""There's one thing, Sir Hubert," and I explain to him about the King's physicians visit inthe morning."Say nothing more, boy," Sir Hubert grins, understanding my reluctance to allow the so-called doctors access to Bryce. "I'll have two guards here at the entrance in the morning."I return the smile, thanking him, and once again, I'm left alone with my charge. Today'sevents have exhausted me, and the night has only recently fallen. I check on my patient, thewound is seeping through the bandage, and Bryce's forehead is clammy.60I change the cloth, washing the wound, and applying a new layer of honey. After I forceanother cup of Willow Ba

I managed to bring Bryce to his room, but whatever the bitch gave him, made him sick asa dog.52The man threw up, nonstop, all night. I gave him sips of water in between each up-chuck,but I knew he was given poison. I had to monitor and let it ride while I prayed that the dosagewasn't generous enough to kill him. And then it hits me.Whatever was given to Bryce was given to him the last few nights. Geoffrey knew thatBryce's Achilles heel was a beautiful woman. Fucking asshole!And now I'm stuck babysitting the Duke, hoping he will be fit to ride tomorrow. Luckyme!After the fifteenth time Bryce dry heaved, he finally passed out, and I was able to catchsome shuteye.The fucking cock crows, and I jolt awake. I scramble to Bryce's side, nervous that hechoked on his puke during the night.I place my pointer finger underneath his nostrils to detect airflow. Oh, thank God! Helives!I leave him to sleep. The joust is a few hours away, and Bryce will need every minute ofsleep he can

Damen’s POVWhy is there no news?!Ever since Hunter called me last night, asking about Sophia’s whereabouts, something akin to dread kept me awake.I called Alpha Jaxon, who assured me his Beta was safe, but the anxiety wouldn’t let go. I had my intelligence people monitor all pack communications and movements in the region, noting unusual activity from both the Crescent Moon and Rogue Moon packs.Alpha Jaxon didn’t trust me enough to let me know something was going on. So, out of caution, I waited until Sophia returned my calls.I hated waiting, not taking action! But I was afraid my pack’s presence in the situation would only cause more trouble.Apollo was also pacing beneath my skin, demanding answers. Even though I knew for absolute certainty that Sophia wasn’t my mate, I still felt a deep bond with her.Like the sisterly bond I had with Selene.When the sun rose, I took a quick shower and changed my clothes to help me feel more revitalized during the wait. That plus two pots of

Selene’s POVThe atmosphere in the car was oppressive, and I gingerly reached to my neck for Sara’s charm, trying to find a small amount of security. When my hands grasped nothing, I realized my disguise was gone, and I had to confront everything head-on as Selene.So be it.The iron in the cuffs suppressed my ability to mind-link my pack, so I had to wait until we reached the Crescent Moon’s pack house to demand my phone call.Otherwise, I made myself comfortable in the car, with a guard sitting next to me, as I began to plan with Diana. But first:” Diana,” I called, feeling her close to the surface since our arrest. ” Is the Moon Goddess your mother?”” Our mother,” she responded. ” You’re one of the last remaining direct female descendants from her bloodline when she lived on Earth. But, the only female descendant strong enough to wield a demigod’s power.”” And Morpheus?” I needed to understand how Hunter’s wolf fits into the situation.” Morpheus was the god of sleep. He saw me

Hunter’s POVThe taste of lavender filled my senses as I licked Sophia’s squirting pussy clean. The scent was heady, making Morpheus jump up and down with joy. But I was just getting started.I crawled up Sophia’s delectable body, cradling myself between her legs as my iron-hard cock sought entrance between her pussy lips. I caught her mouth with mine, the taste of her mingling between our tongues. She cut the kiss short, begging for me to end her torment.“Hunter, please,” she mewled.I knew what she wanted, but as an Alpha, I still had my pride, and I wanted to hear her say that she needed me.“What do you need, baby girl?”“You.” That was the only answer I needed as I slowly pushed the tip into her.Damn, she’s so fucking tight!It took all my strength not to plunge into her tight, wet depths, wanting to pleasure her fully without any more agony. I went slowly as she adjusted to my size, and to my shock, she was able to fully sheath me! Sandy could never fully handle my length.But

Hunter’s POVI got to the warehouse before Alpha Jaxon’s Rogue Moon forces arrived. I impatiently waited in the dark woods, downwind from any potential security, using my pack link to scour for any of my people.” Alpha!” Sandy suddenly yelled in relief at me through the mind-link. ” Thank the Goddess! One of my contacts informed me that a rogue group was going to kidnap and use Beta Sophia as a breeder! I didn’t have time to notify you or the pack! I rushed as fast as I could to warn her since I knew where she was! I was just about to call you for reinforcements since I was too late!”Sandy’s story was a little too clean for my liking, but right now, I ignored it and concentrated on the building perimeter. Anxiety and worry coursed through me, Morpheus pacing inside of me. There was nothing more I wanted to do but tear into that building to save Sophia. However, I couldn’t save her if a silver bullet killed me or if too many rogues overran me.Sandy quickly lumbered through the darkn

Hunter’s POV” MORPHEUS!” I screamed in my head, pacing my office after we returned to the pack house from VIPs.” WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT?” I was referring to the strange female voice I heard when I was kissing Sophia.Something possessed me-jealousy, possessiveness, or some unknown force made me want to kiss that smart-ass mouth. I was thrilled when Sophia mopped my ass on the dance floor, and amused by her antagonizing Sandy.It meant Sophia was worthy as an Alpha’s mate. Morpheus was already displaying his belly in submission when I grabbed her small body to dance.When my tongue touched hers, it was like lightning shocking something to life deep within me. It almost felt like the fated bond was reviving itself.There was only Sophia and me in that moment, and my world tilted. Everything I believed was real when I was with Sandy was shattered. The love I felt for Sandy was fake, and I knew I could never mate with her.And then the voice.Morpheus muttered a name, ”Diana.”But the sh

Hunter’s POV“Why have you been so distant lately, my Alpha?” Sandy purred in my ear.I ground my jaw; the sound of her voice is a fucking irritation. I thought going clubbing with her tonight would ease the constant need to be around Sophia. My kissing the stubborn Beta ignited something inside me, making me almost regret the kiss.Almost.” We want her!”Morpheus happily yipped.I took another drag from my drink, the smooth scotch burning down in my throat. Sandy kept talking about the upcoming Mating and Luna Ceremony. I kept pushing it back, finding excuses not to mark and mate her for the past year. But time wasn’t on my side, and the pack wanted a Luna. I finally allowed her to set a date, and I put all the planning into her care.I couldn’t care less about the fucking color scheme and flower types!I nodded my head as a response, letting Sandy drone on about her ideal perfect mating ceremony, as I watched the crowded dance floor in the VIPs part like the Dead Sea.And in the mid