A man stared at me with wonder in his eyes that man was no other than King Nero. He unlocked the prison cell and ran up to me, he stood in front of me as I had a blank stare on my face. He grabbed my face, turning it side to side as if he were looking for something. "Tell me, are you the one responsible for this massacre?"
I grabbed his hands, pulling them off my face.
“Yes”, I answered.
“You rebels sicken me”, he gave me a repulsed look.
“You sicken me as well, oh almighty King Nero”.
I bowed with disrespect. “You seem to be nothing like your mother, I’ve wasted my time here.” He turned his back to me”What did you do to her??”
“Your mother? That’s a story for your Father to tell… that is if he survives. He faced me then pulled something out of his pocket, he opened the bag then blew this sand like substance in my face, I suddenly lost all control of my body and collapsed feeling like an empty shell. While on the cold prison floor he looked at me and said “You have your mother’s face”.
King Aven's POV
I had the guards escort me downstairs to see the prisoners. I couldn't stop thinking about Letharia's words to me, they echoed in my head " I offer myself to you, my lord". I felt flustered just thinking about it. I walked past a man and he yelled: " Touch my sister and it will be the death of you". I stopped in my tracks and smiled " I'll do what I please with her, you should consider yourself lucky that you're still breathing, unlike your father". As I walked away he started to swear on his mother's grave he'd kill me. I looked into her cell, it was empty. I quickly asked the guards where she was. They didn't have a clue. I used my cell phone to call my father. "Did you do anything to her? I asked calmly. He simply replied with "You have a surprise in your room".
Then he hung up.
I immediately ran inside the palace, running full speed. I finally reached my room. I unlocked the door and closed it immediately after entering. I laid eyes on her sleeping in a see-through red dress on my bed. I quickly began unbuttoning my shirt. I then walked closer to the bed, admiring her beauty, her hair as white as snow, her body was as perfect as the gods predicted. I climbed onto the bed laying behind her. I wrapped my arms around her feeling her body, her warmth. It took her a bit to wake up. She was startled, she looked almost like a wounded animal. I put my hand on her face. “I’ve been waiting for you, I wanted to talk about your offer”. I didn’t want to leave the spot I was in but I stood up from out of the bed. She had finally spoken “Okay, I’m listening”, she muttered to me in a sleepy tone.
She touched her chest a bit then looked at me, she looked down and blushed “You didn’t touch anywhere you weren’t supposed to right?”
I sat in a chair in the corner of my room “ That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I only touched your chest with your clothes on and your stomach as well. I didn’t feel any actual skin, only fabric. But, you said it yourself that you would offer yourself to me in return your rebel friends will not die. For now, all I want you to do is sleep with me today”.
I unzipped my pants, then stripped down to my boxers. I gently pushed her towards the end of my midriff. Her almost innocent eyes made me even more interested in her and what she could do to me. She looked away for a minute “My father was right about being in the palace”. She then looked back at me and pulled down my boxers “I need my lips to be moistened”, she whispered to me. I kissed her and felt her bite my lip after the kiss, I took my index finger and wiped the blood from my mouth. That only increased my sex drive. I felt her mouth on my body, I tilted my head back out of satisfaction. I stood up and pushed her gently onto the ground, I began to unbutton her dress. She stopped my hand “I...I’m not ready for this”.
I let my temper slip “ You offered yourself to me! You are to be my future wife, the goddess had said so!”
She pushed me off and backed away from me “Marry?! I can’t marry someone like you!”
“I command you to get undressed Letharia!”, I pulled her dress. When I looked back into her eyes I saw a brief look of disgust, she had slapped me.
“I am not your palace slave nor will I be your wife, so don’t think of me as one! I do this for the sake of my family and the rebellion!”, she yelled.
I had completely lost my temper, I raised my hand to strike her. I bit my lip “You were supposed to be the perfect woman for me Letharia. The pure virgin woman who loved me and saw me for who I am!”
She backed away from me towards the front door “I see you for exactly who you are, a corrupt dictator who uses his power of authority to control others, and how would I know to do those things to you if I were a virgin!”
Letharia’s POV
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I tightly closed my eyes as there was no way I could block the hit. I heard a smack but it wasn’t onto my face but the wall, he left a dent into the wall. He turned his back and started rummaging through the drawer. I tried to open the door but it was locked, he looked back at me. “Sit on the bed”, he tried sounding calm. He pulled out needles with this shiny dark green substance in the syringe. “Do you want to get this over with and forget about sleeping with me in the morning”. “Can’t you sleep with a palace slave?”, I asked. He started to look angry again. My brother wouldn’t forgive me for what I'm about to do. I stood up and unbuttoned my dress “Only this one time, my prince”, I forced it out of my mouth.
He looked at my body then narrowed his eyes looking at the scar above my left breast.
He closed his drawer then pressed himself against my back then kissed my lips before stopping me in my tracks stabbing me with the silver liquid in the syringe.
Letharia’s POV _____________ I took a deep breath, and Aven was nowhere in the room to be found. I looked in between my legs to see if he had left anything. I passed out after he gave me that syringe. He didn’t do anything to me, but why? After he was so eager to do so, he left me naked in his bed. I stood up and grabbed one of Aven’s shirts. I wouldn't say I liked his smell and the scent he left on his shirts of rich cologne. I wore one of his shorts. I opened his room door to see a flurry of servants going left and right along with guards outside the doors of the nobles, including Aven’s door. The guard bowed to me as he spotted me. “Hello my lady I am sir Galloway I must escort you to your stylist before your RMC council meeting.” I noticed all the stairways and long hallways and pictures of the kings along the palace walls. I was quite the entire ti
Save my son! Why are you all just standing there!", Queen Eliza screamed frantically as I held a sharp blade to her son's neck.Nero crossed his arms, and the guards were mortified that a mere woman could do such a thing. The council members were still, and Aven chuckled."Wow darling, how impressive. But darling, listen. If I die, they die, your brother dies, your father dies, and the list goes on & on.""Screw you". I spoke."Well, what are you waiting for.... ", his voice was calmthen he screamed, "Do it"!The sword was shaking in my hands, and my head started to hurt. My vision becoming blurry. I zoned out hearing voices until Aven grabbed the sword from my hand and pushed me onto the ground. He threw the sword across the room and pinned me down with his body weight.I squirmed trying to set myself free. He starred at me with such anger in his eyes, the room silent. Aven started to entangle his fingers in mine slowly, then in one fast motion"Crack".
"Th-That was my mistake-", Aven pulled away from me. Aven stared at me with blank eyes, I closed my eyes in fear he might hit me but instead I felt a tugging sensation on my lip. My head tilted slightly, by impulse I had kissed Aven back. I then felt his touch disappear, I opened my eyes to see Aven staring at me with his hands in his pockets "I will ask my Father to cancel the execution at once, do not leave this room". I sat there in shock, free from handcuffs, one kiss may earn me my freedom back, what could my whole body do? I somehow wondered if I may have accidentally put him in a trance, what if this was one of the powerful magicks my mother had possessed. I sat there looking around his room from my spot in the corner next to Aven's bed. I noticed how he had no photos of his Mother and Father, his room looked quite plain even I would decorate with newspaper scraps and collages. Aven only had one photo of a cat sitting on a woman's lap, I couldn't tell if it was his mo
As the execution was over Nero sent Jessi over to him in handcuffs, he walked past us but proceeded to give Aven a side glare.Aven looked at me “This is the last time I let you get what you want- “Aven-“
“Shouldn’t we do this on our honeymoon?”, I asked taking off my dress. Aven scoffed, giving me a smirk, “Press your stomach against the bed, and I’ll do all the work.” I sat on his bed facing him. “What am I to you? A pretty trophy or a convenient sex toy”. Aven looked at me. “I have plenty of toys that I play with, but I want you right now.” “Why?” I raised a brow. He sighed. “No more questions lay on your stomach.” I took off my undergarments and showed Aven my bare breasts. “Isn’t that better than laying on my stomach?” “Much better,” he approached m
Jessi's POV"That was a disaster," I spoke.I walked slightly behind Nero as he glanced at me. "Send a new messenger to order Letharia mandatory psychology testing."Nero had completely ignored every damn thing I've said. "Understood; where are we heading to?""Council Member Velis's chambers," he answered. We had both suddenly become quiet, moments had passed by, and I finally decided to ask him "Nero."King Nero stopped in his tracks to look into my eyes. "You have my full attention." I cleared my throat "Illy, the woman who saved me from prison, I want her back." Nero scoffed, "Evander, never have I thought you wanted love instead of power."
To Say This Palace Was luxurious would be an understatement. It's as if the gods themselves built these walls, Walls higher than even the tallest of towers; you would think they were building a new tower of babel. As you go deeper inside, you are greeted with a beautiful red carpet and portraits of kings past those of lower birth who wouldn't even dream of passing through those giant doors entering the palace. The screams could be heard throughout the place, as the screams came from no one other than prince Aven.Nero held a whip sharper than the blade of a knife. The crack of the whip was louder than the screams of his mother. “You brought this upon your son, Nessa,” Nero yelled.Jessi stood in the corner of the thrones scribing with a blank expression on his face, while Letharia is handcuffed to a guard forced to watch as a warning when she couldn't look at him as she did not want to form sympathy.Aven bit his lip as he foug
Aven laid hopelessly in the ER as Letharia had fallen asleep as she kneeled on the floor, her head on Aven’s chest. Letharia felt a stroking sensation on her head. She looked up at him while he spoke, “Are you okay? I thought I heard you cry, and now I see it”, he put his index finger on her face wiping her tears.“My Father passed early morning.” Aven sat up. “I offer my condolences.”She took her gaze away from Aven as she remained quiet. “I owe you my life for bearing the rest of my lashes,” he spoke with gratitude. “…but I don’t get it; why would you do that for me?” She stood up. “It.. it was my duty as your wife”, Letharia had spoken a lie as she reme