Novel & Cerita Princess Amber Feet Slave

"And yet, you treat slaves that way now." "What?" Samoa stopped and turned to her. "You treat slaves like there are not worth the leather shoes on your legs when you've been through being a slave. Shouldn't you be kinder to them? I see the way you beat the maids and slap slaves. I saw the day you mistreated the former princess Lyra too, just because her status reduced." "Shouldn't you be better? Kinder?" Princess Samoa paused, shaking her head, "When you treat people like that, you become a monster. Tell me...are you any different from King Valen?"

“How dare you speak to her like that?” Purple’s vision blurred, her lips turning blue as she fought for breath. Just when she thought she’d black out, he let go—shoving her hard enough that her head cracked against the marble wall. Blood trickled down her temple as she crumpled to the floor, her ears ringing with the sound of their laughter. “Pathetic,” Amber scoffed, holding up her hand to show off a gaudy ring. “See this? It’s from Hearts of Jewels—my mother gave it to me. Proof of who I am.”

Each of them has two slaves, between women and men. My Master walked to the front and sat down in the armchair in the center. I walked to his side and knelt. I could see that the front had transparent glass and below there was the arena, I saw three people fighting and two bodies scattered. "How lovely." I heard the woman's voice, in an ironic tone. "Samantha..." My Master called her name in a harsher tone. "Oh, let me play with her... Just a bit... My puppy needs some new fun." Samantha said, and I tried not to roll my eyes. After all, I knew that the glass showed my reflection and she would notice my reaction.

Amber began, her voice smooth and commanding, “the time has come. The people demand certainty. The alliance with my house cannot wait while the Prince dally with a… slave.” Her words sliced as sharply as a blade. Around her, the council nodded like vultures pecking at carrion. Old men with cold eyes, some loyal to my father’s decrees, others eager to see me stumble. “Watch your tongue, Amber. He is not a slave.” I clenched my fist against the armrest. Her smile was ice. “Then what is he? A king’s mate? A wolf of no house, no lineage, no honor? Even your Father...”

A mocking one. “You really must think you are still a princess,” she said after her laughter died down, “Look here princess, it’s the rules. I do not make them and I can not do anything about them. That girl knew better than to have diss respected a slave master and you should have thought about it before jumping in to save the day. You’re not a princess anymore, you are a slave!” I clenched my fist behind my back. “Now, leave the way.” I didn’t. I couldn’t. And it made Hera even angrier.

“Let me guess. You think staring at a portrait will make you a princess?” Amber dropped her gaze, embarrassed. “You’re a maid, Amber. You dust and clean things. You make sure everywhere is tidy. You make meals. You do whatever it is you do but you do not dream about or admire handsome men who wear crowns. He is a Prince. He is also my friend. I am in his circle. He will not even let you clean his shoes because royal helps do that and I'm not even seeing you fitting into such a role. Your position in this house is even a privilege. Know your place.”

"He might have, but you sure don't. You know, I've always admired you. As Princess Danika, you were everything every princess wanted to be; Regal, elegant, sophisticated, and fierce." "You spoke so well, and you wrote so well. Not to mention, reading so fluently. You were such a good princess and a good leader." Princess Kamara concluded, sparing her a sideways glance. "I'm sure the princess rebels would have disagreed with you." Danika smiled at the reminder of a beautiful life that was once hers. "The rebels are stupid." "Thank you so much, Princ--- Kamara." She corrected herself softly. "You're welcome. It must be hell, being a slave. I can't imagine it." Kamara shuddered just at the thou

And It's funny how they tried so hard even though some of them can't even pronounce words properly Holding my laughter, I spoke "Hewwo. Ay awm Pwincess wawaine. Nice to mweet yu all" (Hello. I'm princess Lalaine. Nice to meet you all). "Since the princess already introduced herself, who wants to follow?" The teacher asked cheerfully And a really cute girl raised her hands. She have a short pink hair and a fair skin. "Ay awm blythe Swilvesta. Dwaughter owf Mwarquess Swilvesta. Fwow ywears owld"

Nicklaus smashed his sword on the ground. “ Nicklaus behave! “ Jeremy cautioned. " I'm still the prince. “ " And you haven't lost a person dear to you once. “ Nicklaus snapped. He drew the maid closer with his mind and he strangled her just by using his eyes. “ Nicklaus that is enough." Lady Sophie yelled as she released the maid from his spell. She sent her away and she turned to Nicklaus. “ What is wrong with you, Nick? She's dead. She's gone. The poor maids don't deserve what you do to them! Do you think the princess would be happy wherever she is watching you?! Tell me! Do you!"

princess said yes she calls me my king as a matter of fact she was my 1st Slave, but i didnt tell it to the other slaves cuz she was a princess that she cant live at my mansion and its a secret because of her reputation but its okay to me i didnt care anyway. "Yeah they are so eager to get there revenge but yeah we need to establish more , as we all know Scorpions is not just an ordinary Mafia" i said and she nodded and hug me tight, she was the one of my slaves that i can cuddle with and im comfortable with it but the other slave i cannot. *BOOM* *BOOM* . . . When a sudden interruption a sudden burst of missiles drop on there island that Shun and other slaves residents. the slaves panic but