Alle Kapitel von The Slave Queen: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Let me take youback in timewhen Kings ruleNot a fancy Royal taleBut an Uncivilized Urban StoryNot the kind of King over Whom the kingdom dependsBut a King For Whom People hide and escapedA King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood KingA King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutallyNot A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewelBut A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskinNot a Delicate QueenBut a lowly Sharp-tongued SlaveNot fancy big Castlebut the building of a stoned wallWill Love to Conquer Lust?Will Love to Change Everything?∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆Cesar ChavezKing 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 nev

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

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

"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

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