Mag-log inOnce upon a time, a slave was a princess.Once upon a time, another slave was a prince.Once upon a time, the princess's father enslaved the prince and his people after killing his parents.After ten years in slavery, the prince and his people escaped slavery and killed the king who enslaved them.The prince took over the land again and became a king to his people. His name is King Ryker.Ten years in slavery by the king who hates him so much, King Ryker had the worst life anybody could ever have. He is a scarred king.A king who cannot father a child. A king with so much hate and pain in his cold heart. A king with demons.His past, his experience, his memories and his nightmares are his demons.Demons he has to fight everyday. Demons who lurk at the back of his mind waiting to devour him. Demons that are driving him to the blink of insanity. His demons are his worst enemy.No. His worst enemy is the daughter of the man that enslaved him...the daughter of man that gave him his demons
Oh, Lyra, you can't get anything right. Now, you've made him angrier. She chided herself inwardly.Finally done, she got up and took the water and wet rag away. She took her time washing it and spreading it out in the rails of the big bathroom.It's like a small world in the king's chambers. Everything is in here, a person can easily spend months and decide not to meet the sun.That is how King Ryker made his chambers to be. The king is a private person who loves his own company more than anything. This chambers is his personal space...his personal world.When she got out of the bathroom again, he was clothed and seated behind his desk. She took a few seconds to herself to watch him.His hand scribble effortlessly on the scroll, his hair a mass of curls around his head, his jaw set in a hard line and his brows knitted together in concentration.He is a handsome man. So savage-looking and scary. Her heart fluttered and tears suddenly burnt the back of her eyes.She has fallen for him.
King Ryker woke up the next morning, having mixed feelings. Peace from a good night's rest, and pain from the wound in his chest.He was curled around Lyra's small body, his arms holding her back to him, her breasts plastered to his chest.The way his body was hurting, he didn't want to wake yet. Didn't want to face the day. He didn't want to start thinking about his wound. About the man that haunted him even in death.Alone, he has no reason to keep being strong. To pull away from this soft body and start fighting the demons who lurked around waiting to devour his mind.He pulled his head back a bit to find the full softness of her breast, and held it out to find her puckered nipple with his mouth.He laced his mouth on it and drew from her in gentle tugs. Shutting down all the thoughts from his head, he closed his eyes and waited for the sleep he wasn't sure would come.He didn't have to wait long.Lyra stirred awake and regretted the move when shards of pain zinged through her body
He continued until raw arousal flared through her and she lifted herself with a stabilizing hand on his chest as she took over the movements. She urged his back to the bed, and avoided the fresh bandaged wound of the arrow but her hand covered his scars on his chest as she moved. It felt so good. This was so good. She slid up and down, taking long strokes that milked her muscles against him. Her eyes opened and she found his intense blue gaze on her. She took another stroke and saw what she was doing to him reflected in his eyes. There was no hate, no coldness in his eyes, but intense heat, pleasure and desire. He likes this. He likes it a lot. It was a heady sensation, knowing how she can make him feel like this. That she can give him pleasure. That she can erase the pain of the past from his eyes...even for a moment. Currents of pleasure slid through her and she suddenly wanted more closeness from him. She wants his kiss... His mouth on hers. But, she also knows the impossib
When the king laced his mouth on her nipple and suckled on it, Lyra jerked at the tug of his lips on her body. He drew from her in hard tugs that made her moan, bursts of pleasure filled her system. No man has ever done this to her before, his mouth on her made her skin burn. He let go of that nipple and to find the other one with his mouth. It was taut, hard, and aching. She felt it swell against his tongue. His mouth was wet, like silk, and he was rasping his tongue up and down, taking licks at her nipple. She tried to keep her response in check but what he was doing to her, drew moans from her mouth and made her ache further to his mouth. She didn't know when her hand went to his head to hold him to her. Her eyes closed, her hand on the soft curls of his head as he suckled her hungrily. She whimpered, her eyes slid tightly closed. Each tug of his mouth, she felt it on her womanhood until she felt her own wetness dripping on his body, coating the bedcloth where she straddled
Another ice cracked in his cold heart and fell away. He couldn't stop staring at her. At the slight reactions she wasn't aware of. The nervous way her hand gripped her nightclothes, the flush of her cheeks, the flash of her eyes. His body has been reacting to her since he rose from slumber, but now, his phallus only hardened and lengthened. He doesn't know that a man could get this way even when he's unwell, and most definitely, not a man like him. What is it about her? His eyes on her, he noticed the imprint of hand on her cheek. "Who stuck you?" The question took her by surprise and her hand fluttered up that caress that cheek. "It's Mistress Scarlett." He gave no reaction. "Why?" She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, "She...uhm...she was angry because of what happened to you...because of my father h-hurting you even a-after death." "You doctored me through the night." He stated suddenly. The abrupt change of subject rattled her. She didn't expect it but she answered nonet
In the morning of the fifth day after the night the king visited her, Lyra got ready to go to the mines. She woke up and took her bath. She put on her uniform and made her hair. She stared herself in the mirror for so long, staring at who she became. Twenty-two years of living as a princess, an
"Someone wants to see you, Your Highness," Vane announced, coming into Ryker’s room. He was tying up the Imperial letters he's finished writing. He looked up to Vane, "Who is it?" Vane shifted uncomfortably, "She refused to leave. We've tried everything possible to get the girl to go but she re
Lyra was still kneeling, she stared up at the King, her heart beating in her chest. She doesn't know what to expect.Will he share her or command her torture session?"Get up and strip, Lyra." He commanded, opening up yet a new scroll.Vane was in the room and for the first time, Lyra couldn't pick
The next morning, Lyra got her slave uniform. A short gown that stopped just after the knees. She put it on and made her hair. She was taking away early to the slave mines. The mines are mostly where slaves work day and night, helping to extract valuable minerals from the ground. Lyra saw none







