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
Wolves howling in the background distract me from my woe for a split second, causing me to stumble over a prominent root protruding from the ground. I fall, pulling my maidservant down with me."Are you alright, my lady?" Michelle's voice comes out in a rushed whisper. My heart's beating faster than it ever beat before, and I can hear the sound of twigs cracking under rough, bare feet nearing us."Shh," I whisper, wiping my tears with a shaky hand. "I can hear them. They're close—you know what they do when they find women hiding."The maid's eyes widen. "I feel as if I am too afraid to ask,"Michelle whimpered. Hidden in the brush, I peer through the leaves to look at my surroundings. The sound of barking wolves can still be heard, but the footsteps have gone deeper into the forest than we have. "They take them as sex slaves. I thought you knew."A crunch of a twig and the swift rustling of leaves makes Michelle yelp and shake uncontrollably. "We can't be captured, my lady. We must ru
I look at the body that is carrying me. The broad copper shoulders and long black hair weaved into a fuzzy braid that reached his hips. I look at the side of his serene features. It's drinks of Waterfall.I'm horrified instantly and begin to struggle as I see Three horses carrying a passed-out Michelle on his shoulders. "No fight," Drinks of Waterfall hisses at me. "Almost there."My heart pounds inside my chest. There's no use in struggling because I already know that I won't escape drinks of Waterfall's arms; and even if I did, I'd quickly be caught. I was, after all, in a barbarian kingdom. I was surrounded and I was an outcast. This is just like a nightmare surrounding me and dragging me toward hell. My heart is not calm and my hands never stopped shivering. My tears had dried on my face and I resorted to whimperinghelplessly in the arms of the monstrous man after I had no tears left for me to let out. I had sworn not to be caught; I could not be a sex slave. I cannot betray Cord
He makes a noise like he had been stuck with a question for days and just now found the answer to his question. He takes his finger out of me and then sucks it into his mouth, separating those sweet russet lips and swirling his wet liquid-coated finger into his mouth.I stay still and silent, completely taken aback by what he is doing.My voice wasn't coming out of my mouth due to fear. Flames spark down near my spine as I watch and he looked straight into my eyes, smirking badly and greedily sucking my nectar off of his finger like it was some sort of fine wine.He is the most disgusting person I have met in my entire life... It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.He took his finger out of his mouth and rested his hand next to my head. "Virgin," he whispers before laughing deeply. " Say Something in your beautiful voice "I was scared to say what I want to be thinking what if he kills me out of anger still I said because living like this is worst than death." Please
This is my end, I thought But He drops me, I collapse to the ground, the sound of myragged breath echoing throughout the hall. I'm humiliated. I'm hurt. My pride is gone. He laughs at my pain. I force myself to my feet, Fell again, and tried to stand, the world going dizzy around me,I rush out of the hall, Don't know how many times I fell, and get up. Before I leave I heardCesar rubs his temples and groans.I don't stop when he says to stop. I'm crying so hard and loud that I can't focus on anything else but the pain in my neck and the salty tears coating my cheeks.I faintly remember where the harem was located, my bare feet slapping on the cold stone floors as I rush to the comfort of Michelle and Cassandra's arms. I see the big wooden door, the first one to the right of the stone staircase.I burst into the room and the unyielding arms of Tristan, or Drinks of Waterfall. I gasp and wipe my eyes quickly before he could see that I was crying. He sets me back on my feet before ta
That fuels my fire towards him. Tears stung in my eyes. "If I am shaming your title, why did you dress me up and haul me down to your breakfast table huh? If I deserve it then why don't you fuck me roughly and kill me?" I hiss. My fingers clutch at the gold necklace around my neck. I snap it off of my neck and throw it at him. This surprises him, for he wasn'texpecting me to throw the jewels at him. "Why did you try to fuck me if I'm just dirt on the bottom of your feet? If I am so worthless then why don't you give me to someone? "Another strip of gold lace comes off. "I didn't want to be here!"His face crumbles as he walks forwards. I punched him relentlessly with my fists. And started to hurt me, He wrestles me back, stopping my nails from clawing at my skin. "Elizabella," he whispers."Stop it. You're hurtin' yourself."I sob silently, resting my head against his chest. He's warm, and his arms comfort me. But I realize who he is, and I pushed him away, my palms hitting him ha
"You like what you see?"I realize that I'm staring straight at the appendage straining against the silky sheets. I gasp quickly and look away, redness instantly painting my cheeks. " No I Wasn't seeing it " He chuckles smoothly and slides out of bed. He throws the covers off of his glorious naked body and stridesover to his wardrobe.I can't help but stare as I see him walk in front of me, his muscled ass cheeks flexing with each step. I feel like I want to swoon. But I remember who this man is and I instantly shake the thought out of my head.No Elizabella NoI follow subtly behind him. I don't have a wardrobe of my own, and I'm relying on Cesar to give me something to wear. He notices me lingering awkwardly and realizes why I'm doing it. "I should Proudly tell you 'dat your clothes are in the other wardrobe over there."Something about his accent makes me shiver. I look over to the wardrobe in the corner of the large room. I hadn'tnoticed it before. I open the big wooden doors. I
Cesar turns around to look at me, his black eyes digging deep beneath my clothes. "Yes?" His voice is so smooth and deep; it gives me shivers.I shift in my place and moisten my dry lips with my tongue. I point to his body paintings. "I thought…aren't you going totake um…Dakar dare out for the raid?" My voice is shaky. I throw a glance back to the black stallion huffing impatiently.He simply looks at me and says, "Someone must run the kingdom." Then he turns on his heel and leaves me alone in the stables. My shoulders slump slightly. I pat my newhorse's nose before following after him.Cesar is far ahead and he does not slow down for me to catch up to him. I stand in front of the stables and watch him enter his great stone castle. He hadn't beckoned me after him or anything.I narrow my eyes. Fine, if he does not care about my whereabouts, why should it matter if I took Daybreak out for a first ride? I run back to the stables where my horse Is waiting patiently in her pen, and let
I shrug my shoulders and wash the red blood off of my skin. I do not mind Michelle in here. She has helped give me baths countless times before, but now I feellike it isn't right. We are equals now, in this utterly foreign land.She kneels near the tub and dips her finger into the hot water. "You did not answer me, my lady."I grimace and shake my head, my wet hand gripping hers."I'm no longer 'my lady' to you, Michelle. Call me Elizabella."Michelle opens her big brown eyes in shock. "I—I am not your equal. I am your handmaiden—""Not here," I cut her off quickly. "And never will you be my handmaiden again. You are a friend…my closest friend." She smiles tenderly at me, blushing a bright red color. I sink deeper into the bathwater and sigh.She looks behind the curtain for anyone listening or watching. "He told me his commoner's name," " He? Drinks of Waterfall? " " Yes we're here to take you back "" I won't go "Michelle whispers to me." Why my lady? "I looked at her confusin