The Slave Queen

Let me take you

back in time

when Kings rule

Not a fancy Royal tale

But an Uncivilized Urban Story

Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends

But a King For Whom People hide and escaped

A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King

A King who doesn't give people relief 

but steal things and kill them brutally

Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel

But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin

Not a Delicate Queen

But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave

Not fancy big Castle

but the building of a stoned wall

Will Love to Conquer Lust?

Will Love to Change Everything?

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Cesar Chavez

King of all kings he was. The person from whom every other kingdom is terrified. None dare to collide with his Men and none have ever won against him. The barbarian king is running his kingdom by stealing and killing people. They enslaved beautiful women and used them to fulfill their sexual needs. 

" Bellechester, This is our next target!

We have never been there, heard women from bellechester are beautiful and civilized. Warriors, shall we taste that nectar huh? "

The sound of cracking pots with tables echoed in the kingdom. Greedy men with lustful personalities are now ready to attack the Beautiful land known as Bellechester!

Elizabella

My beautiful hometown seemed so colorless since all the young gentlemen have went to King for a few days of training along with my lover Cordell. sir Cordel and I will marry soon.

My mother was making food for me and my father. I am the only child they have so I have been treated well since childhood. My maidservant Michelle is always around me in case I need something. I always dressed well and due to the richness we have, My skin glows, My color was fair unlike other girls of my age because I don't do housework. I apply natural herbs to make me shine even brighter. That's why many Men in our village are after my charm.

I can't be happier than I am now!!!

I am dressed in a beautiful red silk dress, ready to go to the town square to meet with the man that I'd been courting for about a month. Rumour had said that Sir Cordell was going

to ask for my hand in marriage. And of course, I was to accept his offer. Cordell is the wealthiest noble in the village with the most to offer me.

He'd told me his stories of how he and his men would ride out to conquer the barbarians and kill their king to capture the Silvertongue and rid the kingdom of any future barbarian attacks. I had asked him what the Silvertongue was on our ride to the meadows, the ones that he took me on our first time alone together.

"A Silvertongue is an object that knows all the world's languages, whether they be secret, or well known," Cordell had said to me. "The Silvertongue will help us to decipher the book of Azazel. Anyone who can decipher the book of Azazel is said to bathe in riches and achieve world domination with his men. I shall marry you, Elizabella, and then we shall rule the world as the greatest King and Queen anyone has ever known."

"My lady!" the maidservant calls. "We must evacuate out the back door immediately! Your father has been killed and your mother captured."

My face goes pale and I can feel the knot in my stomach tighten. "Killed…? Captured?" Before I can properly respond, the sound of battle cries and splintering wood downstairs echoes out and breaks me from my stunned trance.

Michelle, my maid, grabs my hand and tugs me down the hallway. I struggle to keep up with the burden of a heavy silk dress, tripping over my skirts every so often as I am being yanked hurriedly down the stairs.

A cry in the distance is followed by the sound of the gruesome squishing sound of a barbarian spear going through the flesh of an innocent villager. At the bottom of the steps lays my other handmaiden, surrounded by a pool of blood with a knife in her stomach.

Michelle sobs loudly, but I quickly hush her, pushing her out the back door. The sound of crashing can be heard as barbarians are seen invading my kitchens and smashing my mother's prized fine china.

It's ridiculously hot on this particular summer month, the smell of death and blood lingering in the sticky air. It's complete chaos out on the roads. The square is littered with dead bodies, screaming women and children, and debris

from wrecked bazaars and merchant stands.

I absently wonder where Cordell is, and if he's safe. I wonder if my father died quickly and painlessly and if my mother is still alive and well. "My lady, please!" Michelle tugs on my

pale white hand, pulling me farther into the forest to escape the hoard of barbarians that ambushes my quiet little village of Bellechester.

Barbarians usually dressed in animal skins and wore the bones of humans in bracelets or necklaces. They grew their hair out long and ran with wolves, fighting on foot instead of

horseback, and with khopesh swords and daggers instead of iron swords.

As Michelle pulls me deeper into the depths of the lush green forest, I can see life as I knew it slowly fading away before my reluctant eyes. Tears form where tears weren't Welcome, and I soon find myself crying like a child. It's all

happening so fast; my mother is captured, my father is dead, my house is wrecked and my riches are gone. It is a slap in the face that was gifted from reality, and I am only a speck on the face of the earth, running away into the

forbidden wilderness with my lowly maidservant as my only companion left.

I choke on my tears. Michelle turns around to make sure that I didn't hurt myself. I hadn't hurt myself on the outside, but I'm hurting a lot on the inside.

To Be Continued