From Chains To Crown

My body trembled under the cold bite of the chains — but the deeper pain, the betrayal, coiled tighter than any iron ever could.I used to think losing my sight was the worst thing that had ever happened to me.I was wrong.Because now I could see. And what I saw was a nightmare stitched together by cruelty, silence, and blood.At some point, I must’ve passed out.A jolt brought me back — a thud of boots outside the cell door. My heart leapt, then dropped.The door creaked open. Valentina stepped in, this time without the mocking smirk. Her eyes were hard, lips drawn tight.“Get up,” she said, unlocking the chains.I obeyed, legs trembling. Still shackled, she clipped a cold iron lead from my wrists to a thick collar fastened around my neck.“First rule,” she said, not sparing me a glance, “Do not speak unless spoken to.”“Second, keep your eyes down.”She paused mid-step, gaze flicking to me.“Third… don’t even think about running.” A hollow smile. “You won’t make it far. And if you

Time lost all meaning in that cold, damp cell.I didn’t know how long I lay there after the beating — minutes, hours, maybe longer. My back burned, my body shook, and my lips were cracked from thirst. But what hurt most was the silence, the terrifying stillness after chaos.Eventually, I heard the door creak open again.I didn’t look up.If it was the princess returning to finish me off, I didn’t think I had the strength to fight anymore.But the voice that spoke was low, not cruel, familiar.“Valentina.”“Get up,” she said gruffly.Her tone wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t filled with venom either. I stirred slowly, every muscle screaming in protest as I tried to sit. She stepped inside and dropped a rough sack on the floor in front of me.Inside was a piece of flat bread, stale and hard as stone, and a small bowl of grayish soup.I stared at it.“That’s food?” I croaked.She shrugged. “That’s better than most get their first day. Eat.”I picked at the bread with trembling fingers. It cr

His hand cupped my breast, squeezing and caressing it roughly as my breath hitched.I found myself pushing him away, trying to run, and saying, "I'm sorry, I can't do it. I'm not..." I couldn't finish as he grabbed me from behind and pinned me against the wall. "This should be a last warning to you," he snarled, "don't dare try to talk or escape."My heart flipped at that... As I stared into his eyes, they were filled with desire...I kept on pushing him, but he did not budge.Rather, he took both my hands and pinned them above my head.He sucked my neckline, giving it a bite, and I yelped.Tears gushed down my eyes as he used his other free hand and fumbled with my breasts, his lips reconnecting to mine.His hand went down to my shaved vagina.I felt his finger inside me, and I winced in pain.He carried me and dropped me onto his bed, quickly removing his towel.My fear increased as I saw his dick, so big and hard. My body shivered. His d**k located my vagina, and he plunged in.I s

I slapped her. Once on each cheek.“Keep your poison to yourself,” I spat.She staggered slightly, one hand flying up to cradle her face. Her eyes widened, stunned and furious.“You slapped me? Your own sister — the princess — because of a slave?” she hissed.Her voice dripped with disbelief, the insult heavy in every syllable.“Shut up and get out of here,” I snapped. “Useless sister.”She stared at me, lips parted as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. For a moment, we both stood frozen — her disbelief clashing with my simmering rage. My patience had snapped long ago, and I wasn’t about to give her more.“I said LEAVE!” I roared, and finally, she turned her gaze to the girl. Her eyes narrowed into deadly slits.“I promise you this,” she whispered, voice low but laced with venom. “Death. You will die, slave girl.”I glanced back at her. “I added coldly, “I’ll kill you too. You’ll join her in the grave there. Sister or not — I don’t care anymore.”With that, she stormed off

My thoughts were spiraling again, swimming in a sea of pain and betrayal. Every ache in my body reminded me of what had been done. The blood on the floor was partly dry now, but the iron scent still clung to my skin. My clothes stuck to me, stiff with blood and sweat. I leaned my head against the cold wall, letting my mind wander back to the night before.That was when the door creaked open. A slow, firm sound. My heart jerked at the sudden interruption, yanking me back to the present.Voices followed. Heavy boots echoed into the chamber, thudding against the stone floor.Guards.But then… I sensed it. That weight in the air. The way the guards didn’t walk ahead, but behind. The one who entered first carried power with him, as though the very room bowed to his presence. I lifted my head slowly, my eyes meeting his frame.He was tall, dressed in sleek black with gold embroidery that shimmered faintly in the low torchlight. His face was stone — sharp eyes, a strong jaw, and an expressio