CHAPTER 8

Seraphine kept clutching and following him as they walked out of the Royal Court until he got to his chambers and walked into it.

Alone with her, he locked the door. Turned and faced her, more formidable than ever.

"Thank you so much f" She began

"To the table. Do not lie on it. Just give me your back." He commanded in a curt voice, his expressionless darker than ever

Seraphine did what he said, her body shaking with the adrenaline of what almost happened in the court. what he saved her from.

She was all too grateful to do what he asked. She held the table with trembling hands and closed her eyes.

He came up behind her and worked her finger into her experimentally He frowned harder because she's not wet, not even from all the erotic plays in the Royal Court

Seraphine doesn't know where he produced the liquid she felt him sticking into her, coating himself with. He never removed his clothes, and she's facing away from him, she couldn't see his erection or any part of him.

He started pushing into her, stretching her. She gritted her teeth and tightened her hands on the table.

Then, he pulled back and shoved all the way into her, going very deep all at once and bottoming out completely. Seraphine cried out when her body hurt badly and she clawed on the table.

He covered her with his body and started plunging into her into her in earnest.The table rattled and her body shook with the force of his thrusts.

One hand pressing down on her hips, the other one curled into her hair and she closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the pain that'll come when he yanks at her hair.

But he didn't. He held her curls tight without pulling, as his body plummeted hers, taking her in hard, deep strokes.

He left her hair and snaked his hand to her breast. He squeezed hard, tweaking her nipple and holding them in a grip that was almost painful almost

He angled his thrusts, taking deeper strokes inside her. He didn't make a sound, only her cries were heard.....and the sound of skin slapping skin.

He was restraining himself again. She can't see it but she can feel it.

Seraphine didn't know how the pain started abating as he continued. It still hurts of course, but not as much as the night before.

Instead, she started feeling....she doesn't know what she felt at all.

It confused and scared her.

But before she could begin to figure out what was wrong with her, he pulled out completely and turned away from her. Picked up fabric from his wardrobe and threw it towards her.

"Get out." He barked at her.

It's just like last night all over again. He didn't finish, Seraphine realized as she wrapped the fabric around herself.

Still, she never forgot to thank him. "Thank you so much.......about the court."

"I didn't do you any favor." He snarled and turned away. "Don't thank me and get out."

Just then, his door opened and a woman entered like she owns the place. The woman was beautiful, and she dressed up too.

Seraphine doesn't know this woman, but the loathing that emitted the woman's face as she stared at her was enough to make her cringe.

This woman....whoever she is....hates her very very very well.

Then, the woman stared at King Draven and faked a smile. "I knew you'll be needing me, and that's why I'm here."

The woman walked right past her and went towards the table she, Seraphine, just came out from. She pulled her clothes up and the king unbuckled himself, pulled back his phallus, and entered the woman with it.

"You're welcomed to watch." The woman drawled with a smile filled with loathing.

Seraphine shook her head. Done dressing, with her head up, she walked out of the chambers.

Outside it, she leaned against the wall, her breaths erratic. Her emotions so jumbled up they confused her.

He helped her and yet, he doesn't want her thanks. He'll have sex with her but he wouldn't finish with her.

The king prefers to finish with his mistress but not with her? Then, why does he take her body at all? Is it just to hurt her or is there another reason?

Not giving herself time to dwell on it, she started away from his chamber to her room, wincing inaudibly with each step.

Suddenly, she was so tired. Tired both physically and emotionally. She has gone through so much in one day.

She laid down on the bed and forced herself to sleep.

Lysera was breathing hard, sweat pouring from her body. She tingled in places, and she hurts in places too. Sweet, sweet pain.

She laid languidly on the table and watched Draven arrange himself.

You'd think they never had a mind-blowing sex just now. He doesn't look like a man who just used her body in every dirty way possible.

Lysera too might be feeling tired from the marathon, but she's very angry. She'd heard of the incident in the Royal Court.

"Why didn't you let her get 'introduced'?" She asked the question that's been pricking her and making her restless.

"She wasn't ready." He stated, going to his work chair to take a seat on it.

"What!? None of us was ready when we were introduced! None of us! "She did her best to keep her anger in check.

Draven just stared at her with an arched brow. "Are you saying something, Lysera?"

Lysera bit her lips hard. "No, my king."

Lysera felt like pulling her hair all out in frustration. Talking to him is like moving a brick wall.

She took her time arranging her clothes. What gets to her the most is the way he announced her as 'His' to the Royal Court. He has never made such an announcement about her!

"You can't think about her as human if you want to get revenge on-her, my king. Her father never thought of us like that!" She let out.

He opened the drawer of the table and withdrew new scrolls. He spread them out on the table.

"I-I'm just thinking that you're being too soft on her." She pushed "She was overwhelmed, you weren't there. You didn't see her." He didn't spare her a glance.

"You should be happy about that! Celebrate victory when she's in that state! That's what revenge is all about, am I wrong?"

He finally looked at her. "I was in her age when I was enslaved. I know what it feels like to feel overwhelmed by such a crowd and forced to do such deed."

"I also know what's like to

"You have no idea what's like, Lysera." He stated firmly, "You were born a slave, you grew up knowing slavery, you knew no other life and it's just easier for you because you're a low-breed since birth."

Lysera felt like he'd slapped her with those blunt statements. But that's just Draven. He doesn't talk much, but he never pulls punches with words either.

He continued, "She was royalty. She doesn't know a life like this until a week ago, and she wasn't a whore pure-breed, I took her virginity on this bed last night. So, it was overwhelming and she wasn't ready.

His eyes dismissed her, and he palmed his writing-feather and inked it.

A virgin? Seraphine was Royalty and she, Lysera, was born a slave!?

Lysera took deep breaths to keep her anger in check and swallow the words she wanted to scream at him.

"She isn't ready now, does it mean you'll agree to introduce her again another time? You know the kings will demand it?"

Draven shrugged and started writing.

She needed vocal answers, dammit! "My king---"

"Get out, Lysera." Softly spoken command, but deadly when delayed.

Lysera started out for the door, practical spitting fire. She stopped at the door and turned,

"Don't forget, My King. Don't forget what you went through. What your people went through. What we went through. Don't forget the death of your parents. Your pregnant little sister. Don't forget Alexander, my king. Don't forget the things they made us do. Don't forget Ravik. Don't forget little Renya or Baski."

She opened the door, "Don't forget who's the enemy. Who's the daughter of the enemy, like you were the son of your father. You didn't deserve what was done to you, and so it's fair."

"The day you start pushing yourself in her shoes before you do anything is the day you start failing yourself and your revenge."

She waited for him to support her words and express his anger.

When silence met her, she turned and stared at him. He was still writing.

"You won't say anything!?" She furmed.

He raised cold and angry eyes at her. "Get. Out." He didn't shout. He never needs to.

She matched out in anger and rage. She decided, that it's time to get her own first revenge.