Novels by Mary Dabrah

The Elara's POV“My lady.” The maids repeated,waking me from my sleep. “My lady, you have to wake up, the king had asked us to get you ready early today. Please wake up.”I was so sleepy that I felt I should not get up at all, but already the bath was ready, and the dress was laid out: they made me sit properly as they washed and dressed me. It felt so odd to be treated like a princess when I knew deep down that it wasn't true anymore.As soon as they finished dressing me, one of them informed me that breakfast was served. I joined them immediately."Everything should be ready by noon," my grandfather said mid-meal. “We leave as soon as all is ready.”"Yes, father," my mother replied with a tone of respect.Afterward, my grandparents left to talk about the new allaince , and my mother went along with them. Not caring which way she went, I stepped outside to get some fresh air.The courtyard was bustling, servants moving about, guards trailing trunks filled with treasures, gold, and si

ELARA's POV“What the…” I mumbled as I crept closer to hear more but the sounds of footsteps coming down the hall made me change my mind.I sprang back from the door and run-walked down the hall.Back in my room,I panted for breath. I sat on the bed, contemplating what I had just eavesdropped on."A new man for you."What the hell does that mean? My grandfather was definitely talking to my nother . Does he intend to marry her off even to another ridiculous person, was it?Before I could think about it even further, a knock ik the door startled me."My Lady," one of the maids said."Dinner is ready and your mother and grandparents have invited you to join them." She said and walked away without a reply.I sighed, stood up, and ran my fingers through my hair. I quickly changed into something simple, that a maid had left out for me. "Perfect," I said under my breath, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. I walked down to the dining hall, the long dining table stood. Grandfather, as

Elara's ViewI was woken up by pain. The floor was cold and hard, with patches of old wine making it sticky . My head was simply killing me, and with every blink, it seemed the pain only increased.Completely lost in thought. My head banged as I wondered why and how was I here? Only then would the view of the guy laying beside me remind me of my dumb decisions and the events that happened the previous day and nights, that fateful day when I decided to ditch the whole princess thing and become somebody else.My lips swollen were swollen , my vagina was sore and it still felt like the man’s dick was inside me, aching thighs and my whole body hurt in places that I did not even know could hurt.Looking down at my pale skin, I saw the man’s hand print, a mocking reminder of how I had given my self and my virginity to a stranger all in a bid to spite the King."Oh God," I said, cradling my head in my hands.I have seriously single handedly my life.I let myself get laid in a club. Whatever

Elara's POV“Get her!” A gaurd screamed as soon as I started running but I heard my father’s voice telling him to not waste energy.I didn’t stop , until my legs finally give out. I lean against a rough wooden door. It's a club; it's where people go to drink and forget. I push inside. The air stank with beer and sweat, laughter as bodies crammed together in sinful poses.The big guy at the door put an arm to stop me from going in. I pull off the gold chain around my waist ,iy was under my panties, so the guards didn't catch it. I hold it out. “Get them out” I say, voice trembling and shaky but still firm. “I want the place empty. You can keep this.”He seizes the chain, real wide-eyed at the real thing. “You serious?” he grunts.“I am very serious.” I push past him.He takes one good look at the gold chain and sniffs it. “Out! Everybody out! Place is closed!” He yelled. People complain but they all move out. The door slams shut behind the last one. It gets quiet, except for the fire.

Elara's POV“Eighteen years! My father, King Aldric roared, shi rage barely concealed. "For eighteen years, Isolde, not a single boy! “"Please, my King," my mother، Queen Isolde mumbled weakly.“Tsh!" he scowled. "All the hundreds of pounds of gold I made your father give you just to take you off of his hands when you were just fourteen? The gold I sow Dr on the wedding? The slaves I presented to your parents just to get you married into my house? And all that for what?”My stomach churned as he humiliated my mother publicly. The councilors shuffled restlessly in their seats, but not one of them was brave enough to speak whilst he spoke, for his rage knew no bounds."I spent so long," he continued. "What did I get for it” He waved his hand at me. “This!” He frowned as his gaze fell upon me, like I was a sore to the eye.At that moment, every single pair of eyes in the room turned to face me."A female!" he spat. "Eighteen years of marriage. Not one boy born! You failed me, Isolde."