로그인Princess Samoa haven't seen the king since she arrived. She heard that he's been in court all day, but she'll be able to see him in the night. In the meantime, she was shown to her room which was decorated and well equipped specifically for her. She'd spent her afternoon and evening walking around the palace, just looking around. Getting some fresh air with Delva. She was still hurting, and anger in still in her heart. She wants to be in her father's kingdom not here. She missed seeing the face of kelvin. She wasn't able to see him for some weeks because her father had forbidden her from doing so. The consequence of disobeying his orders is that Kelvin will be whipped. She wondered how he's doing now. All these were in her thoughts as she walked through another hallway of the palace, only to see a woman slapping a slave hard across the face. Princess Samoa look at the oppressor who was dressed in expensive silk, well designed corset that embraced her upper body like
"Of course, that's weird. Considering that you were supposed to be the best healer in all the twelve kingdoms!" She hissed. "Are you sure you have a womb and your man can father a child?" The blunt question took her aback. She glared daggers at the woman. "Yes, I have a womb, you moron, I've carried a child before. And my man can father a child." Of course, the king can father a child, she has no doubt about that because it's just not possible for a king to be unable to father a child. So, it's definitely because of the damned pills. She glared at the healer harder. The old healer cannot see, but Scarlett would've sworn that the woman knows how bad her expression is because she sighed in resignation. The healer got up and walked to one of the beat-up shelves in the back. She came out later with a bottle of liquid. "Here. That's a portion for fertility. It is strong and only recommended when one of the couple has a problem that makes a child impossible." Scarlett grum
her princess in the carriage. Princess Samoa has her professional 'princess look' on her face. Haughty lift of her chin. A blank unsmiling face. Eyes straight ahead. Mouth snapped together. A typical princess look. But once thing about a personal maid's relationship with her princess is that the personal maid already knows her princess really well. Having been with her for so many years. "Everything will be alright, my princess." Delva tried to say in consolation. "Stay away from me, Delva." Princess Samoa snapped. Delva watched the way her princess's hands tightened really well on the beautiful silk and lace corset she was wearing. Her hands has been balled into fists since there carriage entered the kingdom of Bloodmoon. She doesn't want to marry any king. She doesn't want to rule over any kingdom. She does not want to here at all. She doesn't want any of this. She'd cried and pleaded with her father, but her father can be a very stubborn man. All kings are. S
It hurts her severally and even after three weeks, it doesn't hurt less. But if Princess Samoa will make the king happy, then, it will be bearable for her. She just have to bear it, she has no choice. She wishes the king all the happiness life has to offer. Maybe then, the guilt of what her father did to him will finally leave her. She paused and leaned her head on the cold hanging rail. If the guilt might leave her, will her love for him ever leave her? When Bami gave her the news one week after the night she'd spent with the king, it made her wonder if that is the reason the king had stopped summoning her to his bed? Why he stopped summoning her to write? Why he stopped... Why he just stopped everything? She opened her eyes, shutting the pain out and continued the work she was doing. Exhaustion racked her body, turning her body to liquid, but she ignored that too. She has been sick lately. She's always tired, nausea has become her companion. The cravings too. It ju
Four Weeks Later. Emily came out to the backyard to see her princess washing her clothes. Emily would have rushed to take the clothes from her before, but today, she didn't. Her princess needed the distraction. She needed the activity to get her mind off painful things. Her princess turned then and saw her. She smiled at her, "Emily..." Emily forced herself to beam at her. "My princess. Do you need my help?" she offered anyway. Lyra shook her head, "No.... I'm fine." Emily bit her lips. It hurts, just having to come say this to her princess. Lyra saw the pain and indecision in Emily's eyes. She dropped the piece of clothing back to the small river. She turned to Emily, "What is it?" If she hugs her, her princess might burst into tears. It wouldn't be the first time. "How's the linens you went to buy?" Lyra forced a smile, trying to brighten Emily up because she knows that Emily is worried about her. It worked. Her former personal maid grinned excitedly. "I bought t
Lyra heard king Ryker swallow. "I need...." "Whatever you need.... Take me... Take whatever you need..." She whispered, caressing his shoulder with shaky hand. "I do not understand the things you do to me...." He trailed off, sounding confused and angry at the same time. Then, he slid down a bit, angled his head and took her rosy nipple into his mouth. The same moment, his hand raised her thigh wide apart and he shoved into her in one deep plunge all the way to the hilt. Lyra screamed at the unexpected move and tears burned the back of her eyes. All of a sudden, she felt full. Too full. And it burns. It burns so badly that she began pushing at his shoulders, pained whimpers tore from her throat. Wet eyes pleaded with his. He pulled back, pulling out of her completely when he saw how much he'd hurt her. It took so much from him to be able to pull away completely because of the incredible feel of her tight body clamping hard on him. She breathed a sigh of relief and gr
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
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
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







