I opened my mouth to close it, my eyes throwing daggers at the king. My head snapped away, bringing the book up. My eyes filled with tears, wanting to throw the book away but it was all that kept him from seeing my tears. I felt so stupid. How would I have learned how to read when as soon as I could walk, I was carrying buckets of water? Ever since I could listen, all I would hear were insults to me, beatings on my body. I had no time to learn how to read nor the person to teach me. I was always running around, working, living my hell. I did not even know how to write my name.It was a wonder I even spoke so well.My head snapped up as the book was slipped from my hands, coming face to face with the king as he was crunched right before my eyes.I sniffled, not wanting to feel so pathetic. Why was he even staring at me? Did he want to laugh at me? I would smack him if he dared. Staring at anywhere but his gorgeous face.His hand gently came to my neck, his thumb on my jaw, pulling me

Many fainted, the ground filled with so much blood. The girls went again to grab a hose pipe, good girls, they learned fast. They poured those that had fainted. I myself felt my legs weak, felt my head faint which pissed me off and in turn gave me more anger to push on. At some point I could not even feel my feet so I took off my shoes, going barefooted, feeling the ground by force. The king would walk to me now and again. He did not even have to speak, I knew he wanted more from me and more I gave. He knew how good I could give, I was just a giver. When I was not doing something correctly, him showed me and assisted me by guiding my body. I was thankful, following his guidance. He was paying much attention to me which I was grateful for, eating it up and taking it to my advantage. The sun drowned down, feeling like a crisp with how hot it had been. My skin was sore and sticky. The cool air of the night was much welcomed, the castle lights and outdoor lights on, it seeming as

The king sighed, his hand running up my hair from my neck. “ The late king…my father. He was obsessed with power. He was obsessed with learning about all the other creatures so he could find their weaknesses and exploit them, find their strength and see if he could make himself just as strong. In turn, he kidnapped a lot of creatures from their homes. This included your own species; werewolves, fairies, dragons, any he could get his hands on.” The king took a deep breath with me just boiling. If that dick wasn’t dead, I would kill him myself. He was just too greedy it was so unnecessary. “ Hundreds of years back, just when he was about to find the queen, his soulmate. There was a dragon girl that he kept in the cells. He would torture all of them every day. I don’t know her name, I don’t know which dragon tribe she was from. All I know is that she was with a child when they took her by the caves of her people. She was a mother.” Dante stopped, seeing his skin get even redder. My han

I sighed. This was boring, sleep far from me, sitting up as I recalled something.“ Hey, come here.” I called Miss Kiss- Ass, realizing I did not know her real name.She turned, them having sat on the floor as we had been waiting for the past thirty minutes.Seriously, the excitement was lowering down, could he do it already?I pulled the paper I had stolen from the king’s pocket as we had kissed.I wanted to know what had made him go so crazy. I unfolded the paper, dried blood on it with a hand writing as if a toddler wrote it.The scoff could not even be helped, holding the paper out to Miss Kiss-Ass who took it.“ Read aloud, please.” I added the please, wanting to roll my eyes.She took it with shaking hands, she was tired, seeing her just defeated by all means.“ Thank you for training my men. Don’t be fooled and think they have all left. My court is full of my men making sure you don’t get your hands where they don’t belong. How is it like having a court full of people you don

As the men cleared the room, I found a new room for the king and I. I lodged in the next room which had been supposed to be my room originally— the royal queen’s quarters. The room still harbored the late queen’s belongings, clearing them and telling the men to take them where the late king’s things were.The room was dusty, showing that it had been a couple of years since anyone even stepped foot inside. I cleaned up fast, chasing time because who knew when the king would be back.There was so much I just knew he would kill me for, imagining his face when I handed the crown to him. It had to get cleaned. I got a bit carried away with the crown, yet I was not even in the slightest guilty. I blamed the uncle, he took out the creative side in me and set my crazy alight.My head shook, rushing around the room, maybe if Dante found our new lodgings in order he would not be so mad. I took a few of his clothes, hanging them and hanging mine along with his essentials.Where was he? How was i