Semua Bab His Majesty’s Captive : Bab 1 - Bab 8

Fiona's pov I struggled against the hold of warriors as they pulled me away from my royal chambers. Their fingers gripping my arms as huge metal clasps were jammed around my wrists. They dragged me down the stairs before the castle onlookers and their silent pleas. My ears picked up the cries of my little baby, my eyes widening in horror as she was flung into one of the carriages like she wasn't of royal blood. My lady-in-waiting spared no expense at screaming out for me despite undergoing the same fate as I was.I was hurled, my kicking legs and flailing arms only increasing their jeers. The carriage bars were flung open, my back hitting metal from the force of being thrown in."Mummy!" I heard the shrill cry of my child. I turned to answer her call as she clung onto the bars, her tiny fingers wrapping around the metal, teary blue eyes gazing at me, "Mummy!"Another warrior stepped forward, eyebrows drawn together as he drew out his sword with force, banging it

Fiona's pov With just a nod from Eunuch Elric, two guards came out from the corners, their fingers gripped my arms, and they dragged me out of the courtroom. I was dragged out of the castle and down an abandoned path leading up to the slave quarters and then, I was thrown into the corridors of the building."Mummy." A sweet voice called, and I raised my head to see my little Liora running toward me. "Mummy!"I sat up, my arms outstretched as she ran into my embrace, her tiny fingers clutching the fabric of my gown while I tightened my arms around her, drawing her close."My Liora," I sniffed softly, cradling her. "You are safe."My mind had been riddled with worry over where they had taken my daughter, and seeing her now washed a bit of ease over me. I still held her as I stood to my feet, a smile playing on my lips while she weaved her fingers through my hair, pulling gently at the strands. She stuck her thumb in her mouth, suckling gently."You shouldn't do that, baby." I removed

Fiona's POVHer words tore at my emotions, my heart clenched in pain. My mate has a mistress. I took in a deep breath, steadying my shaky fingers around the edges of the piece of paper bearing where I was assigned. I tried to hold myself together. It was no use breaking down in public—I was trained to be a ruler, not an emotional bagpipe waiting to be blown on to let out its feels."Are you alright, Fiona?" Olive asked, gazing at me with worry, "You look pale.""I–I am fi–n–e," I managed to stutter as I blinked rapidly, trying to keep back the hot tears stinging my eyes. "I just ne–ed to bre–the.""You should sit." She grabbed my arm, pulling me to a corner. There was a chair set against the wall, and she helped me into it. "Do you need water?"I shook my head. "I am fine, thank you.""Look," she began to speak, "I have been here for a while. I have some advice for you."I looked at her. "What is that?""No one cares. They don't care. We are well-fed and rested, but deep in here—" she

Fiona's POV Her demeanour announced her presence before her words did. She was cloaked in a black sheer gown that clung to every curve of hers, fully covered but enticing, presenting a thrilling feel for the men who cared to look. For my mate, to be exact. Her hair was dark as midnight, falling across her shoulders in soft curls, and her eyes bore the same darkness. Lips dipped in red with a smile that spoke of mischief.Her gaze travelled to me, those dark eyes narrowing into slits as they raked over me. The corner of her lips turned up, forming a malicious smirk."So this is the princess she-wolf everyone is talking about?" my mate's mistress finally spoke, raising her hand with her fingers cupping her chin."I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Your Highness.""And you are?" I asked, ignoring her mockery. "I am new here. Hardly had time to familiarize myself with anyone.""Oh, dear." She smiled softly, but it didn't hide the irritation she bore, "You will be