It’s been a little over a week since Iris viscously beat Clara. Once my room was ready the Alpha had her moved to my room. My room is large. I have a large bed and there is a small bed for Clara even though she will be in bed with me. I worry about her so much. She’s been in and out of consciousness for days. Her night terrors are persistent. I can’t tell if she is experiencing new or old trauma.
If only they could see her for who she really is. I never expect Killian to enslave her. I thought he would let her be. I thought he would be even more inclined to help her when he learned the truth. My poor friend. All her good deeds have gone unnoticed and instead I’m the one left getting the credit and rewards when it was her idea. It was all her trying to be a light in the dark world her father created.
I can understand why they might hate her. I was eight when I became the princess slave. We are around the same age. I was so scared of her thinking she would be like her father, but to my delight she was nothing like him. I think I’m the only former slave in this place that didn’t suffer. Clara, my Clara, my friend, my sister. She is a beautiful broken soul and I hate that this is happening to her. I hated her fathers abuse and now this. Now she is a slave who everyone hates. I’ve heard the way others openly talk about her. I try so hard to correct them, but their hate is far too strong. I haven’t told them the truth because I’m not sure it will matter. It didn’t seem to matter much to Killian.
Clara is resting in my bed. She still can’t lay on her back so for now she is on her side. I finally got her to eat something today, but I can already see her slipping away into her darkness. I’ve seen this before. It’s her way of coping. This time I fear she may not come out of the darkness. Her mind has always been slightly unstable thanks to her father. She’s found ways to cope in her music, but I’m not sure she has that anymore, not as a slave. Only if she is to perform for her master.
I’m very disappointed that Killian made her a slave. He didn’t even hesitate when I watched him collar her. My heart dropped. When I first saw him approach her as she was sandwiched between two warriors. I wasn’t sure what he would do, but enslaving her was never a thought that crossed my mind. Why would he enslave her knowing what a slave's life is like? Wasn’t he supposed to be better? After all he freed all the werewolf slaves and even most of the human slaves. I was so happy and then I watched with horror as he enslaved the very person who saved him on that fateful night. The very person who helped him escape in hopes that she would be free from her father, that everyone would be free from him.
The hope she had in her heart died. I watched it and it broke my heart to see it. She was so hopeful. After Killian escaped with some other slaves we spent the next three years hoping he’d actually come back. Hoping he would save us all. We talked about what we would do together once we both were free because while she wasn’t a slave then, she was a caged bird. We talked about opening her school, talked about finding someone we wanted to marry and to have families with, talked about living in a cottage together, we talked about so many things as hope filled our hearts that one day the horrors would end. It ended for so many, but the one person who needed it to end only got plunged further into hell. Our paradise is nothing like how we pictured it.
Crane is here to check on her. At least Killian got her a healer. She might have truly died if he hadn’t. He’s been asking about her, but I give him blunt answers. I haven’t even let him see her. I’m angry at him, so angry. I’m angry at the others too. Emmett and Iris have no remorse when it comes to Clara. They think she is a monster and that she only helped because she was pretending to care. They can’t believe the truth. Iris is even worse than Emmett. I’m furious with my people. They are so blinded by hate for the former king and now that he is gone their hate is directed to his innocent daughter. His daughter who also suffered at his hand.
If I can help her get away I will. I don't care if I go against Killian. He can kill me for all I care, but I will not let Clara live this way forever. If Killian can’t see that what he is doing is wrong then he is not the man I thought. He is no better than the former king and I will not be a part of his kingdom. I will help him for now because it allows me to be close to Clara and watch over her.
Crane leaves and I sit on the bed with Clara. She is asleep now. Her body is struggling to heal. I don’t think she wants to heal. I think she fears what healing will mean and I can’t blame her. I fear what it means as well. I lean down till my lips are at her ear.
“Hear me, my beloved friend. I will not let this be your life forever. If things don’t get better, if the truth really means nothing to my people, to my alpha, then I will help you escape. I will help you be free like you deserve. On my life I will save you from this fate.” I promise as a stray tear leaves my eye. My heart hurts for the only person who was ever kind to me in a dark world.
Sitting in my study sorting through the endless amounts of documents that need my signature, my thoughts wander to Clara. The healer should be here soon to update me. Nora has refused to let me see her. I can't believe she is refuising me access to my own slave. I can’t allow it much longer. I understand her need to protect her friend. I do. I’ve been there with Emmett and Iris before. I’ve had almost no success with getting Iris to see things my way. She doesn’t care about anything Clara did. Emmett is trying to care, but he’s struggling. I’m trying to care as well and I know I care more about the truth than they do more than anyone. So much hatred fills the hearts of my people towards the former royal family. I hear how they talk about the former princess. They hate her and yet they shouldn't. I hate her and I don't know why. I shouldn’t, but I do, however I think the truth makes me hate her less.
I head down the hall to Nora’s room. I don't even knock, I just open the door. I walk into the bedchamber to see Nora helping Clara sit up. She fluffs Clara’s pillows and hands her a book. “Try to relax. What is it?” Nora asks, looking at the terrified look on Clara’s face when she sees I'm in the room. Nora looks at me and glares. “Alpha, I didn’t hear you knock, but then I didn’t hear you enter. I must have been so consumed with helping my friend.” She stalks to me and when she is close she lowers her voice. “What are you doing here?” “She is my slave, Nora. I have every right to see her. You’ve been keeping her from me and you know you can’t do that forever.” “Fine, but try not to upset her. I just got her to calm down from a night terror t
I have no idea how much time passes, but eventually there is a knock. Killian tells them to enter and in shuffle some servants with two trays of food. A decanter of wine and two goblets. They set the table with utensils and napkins and then they leave. They were quick and out of the way in minutes. The doors shut once more, leaving alone with my master. “Come, let us eat.” He says rising. I rise and follow him to the table. He sits in the only chair and I kneel on the floor. “Rise, you don't have to eat kneeling on the floor.” “Master, there is only one chair.” I remind him. Unless he plans on me standing and eating. I’m an idiot of course that’s what he meant. Stop thinking like a princess, you are a slave now, I harshly remind myself as I stand up. “Pour us some wine and then you can sit on my
It took Clara a lot longer to fall asleep than I thought. I watched her close her eyes tightly as if she was trying to escape something. Guilt eats away at me. She really is an angel and I’m the fucking devil. Every word she said to me tonight was true and genuine. I could sense it. Alpha wolves have special senses. We have a way of sensing if someone is lying to us. It’s like we can smell it or something. It’s truly hard to explain, but I knew she wasn’t lying. She wasn’t trying to save her skin. She was trying to help me understand her life, her pain, and her fractured soul. Standing I got the bed to check on her. I know it’s concern I feel for her. She’s sleeping, but I can’t seem to sleep. When I do it's not a peaceful sleep. I look at the collar around her neck. I didn’t put a silver one on her like her father did with us. Silver wouldn't hurt her. I touch the collar the coldness of the metal u
I’ve summoned a soothsayer from King Leon’s Kingdom. King Leon is a human king, but he supports many others. Many soothsayers live in his kingdom along with other supernatural beings like werewolves. He’s incredibly open minded and it almost makes me wonder if he isn’t Clara’s real father. I only say this because rumors spread that King Leon and King George’s wife, Violet, were childhood friends and lovers. The story goes that King Leon wanted to marry Violet, but her hand was already promised to King Georges. Even if King Leon isn’t Clara’s real father she is still a good person. I hate to admit it, but the more time around her I spend, the more and more I’m starting to see her as Claret. I find myself wanting Clara more and more in bed at night. It’s only been a week since her first session in all pleasure. I’ve summoned her almost every other night. I’d summon her nightly, but I ha
“What do you want, Iris, and since when don’t you knock?” I asked, irritated. “I didn't think I had to knock.” She replied innocently and it rubbed me the wrong way because she did it on purpose and she’s trying to pretend she didn’t. “Yes you have to fucking knock, even Emmett has the dencey to knock. Now, what do you want, can’t you see I’m busy?” “I was coming to see if you wanted to have supper. I heard you asked for two plates, I assumed you wanted me to be your dinner date.” She steps closer to Clara and I, the second she gets closer Clara starts shaking harder. “Whatever you have planned for tonight with your slave, can I join? I can improve the experience with a little extra pain.” Her evil grin concerns me in many ways. “No, Iris. The
Walking to the wine cellar to try and soothe the anger in me. I’m pissed at Killina. He’s starting to be blinded by the princess. I don’t like it. Nothing about it sits right with me. I don’t think she really saved him or helped our people. She’s lying. I don’t care if Nora back her up, Nora was her slave, she brainwashed her. I know it. She brainwashed her so well that Killian can’t even see, but I do. It’s a little hard with Nora since her and I have always had feelings for one another. We admitted to each other. Nora and I became close when she was bringing us food. I was hoping to be with her and even marry her, but now I can’t do that. She is brainwashed and even if she isn't, who the hell likes the master or mistress? I don’t get how she can be so blinded. Clara has got some power with the way just gets people to be blinded. She’s doing it with Killian and I don’t know how to he
A few weeks have passed and I’m finally fully healed. Nora has given me herbs to help prevent pregnancy even though there is no guarantee it will work, but at least we are trying. We’ve decided along with Crane that if I do fall pregnant and let's be honest with the way Killian summons me to his chambers I’m bound to. We will keep it a secret and they will help me escape. I don’t know what Killian would do if he found out I was pregnant. I doubt he wants a bastard. Most kings and other nobles don’t want to have a bastard with their slaves. Especially, when Killian hasn’t chosen a Luna Queen yet. I dread the day he does. I know his future wife is going to hate me for being his sex slave. That’s what he’s training me to be. He might not have said it, but he is. Wives often hate sex slaves and mistresses. I haven’t even thought about what I’d do if he claimed a mistress. My fear is he will make I