Novel & Cerita Princess Amber Feet Slave

I heard the bells of her anklets that brought a smile to my face. She sat beside me pouring the red liquid from the jug into the Glass. " I heard that Prince got a Princess won from an Empire," she said and I nodded taking the glass from her. She pulled her hand back before I could get the glass. She stood and sat on my lap, Snaking her arm around my neck. I smiled at her and she fed the red liquid to me. "I also heard that you made her your personal Slave," she said putting the glass back on the table.

Peter. She sighed feeling all this overtake her... She already had her own problems with the Sultan and she was not going to add those of Mirabelle... She looked up at her ceiling and the clock indicated 3 o'clock... is she supposed to do in such a huge palace? She would offer to do the housework but she was sure it wasn't really well seen... And what's more, she's always done the housework all her life. It's a good opportunity to let others do the work for you... And it's not unfair. It's simply a short break before resuming his tiring daily life. Well with the 3 million she will have, she was sure she could hire servants. She smiled broadly... She was going to be rich... Rich like Croesus.

But before I could step away, her voice cut through the air like a whip. “And remember, Daciana, a princess does not rush like a commoner. Walk with the grace that befits your title.” I slowed my pace but as soon as I was beyond her sight, I hastened to my chambers, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as the heavy door clicked shut behind me. “Daciana” a feminine voice shrieked startling me for a minute. It was then I realized I had company. “You still haven’t abandoned your old habits, have you?” she teased, rising to embrace me. It was my cousin Princess Avery. "I thought you were done skulking around the castle with that... contraption.”

From behind their wall of love and concern, she looked back at me with a flicker of triumph. I almost laughed. Once, I would have cried, begging them to listen. But not anymore. “You want to see temper?” My lips curved, sharp as broken glass. “This is temper.” I seized the silk-draped tablecloth and yanked. Crystal shattered. Plates crashed. Scarlet wine bled across the marble floor. The room froze. Papa’s roar shook the chandeliers. “Get out, Isabella! You’re nothing but a disgrace—” I laughed in his face, high heels snapping like gunshots against the marble as I walked away.

I stumbled into her arms, my voice breaking into sobs. “Elder Mya... I’ve missed you so much...” Her embrace was trembling yet firm, her hands tender as they cupped my hollow cheeks. “Nina, let me see you... how could you become so thin?” Her wrinkled fingers brushed away my tears as though I were something fragile, precious, and breakable. Three years ago, I was the pack’s treasured princess. Now, I was the slave of the Blood Wash Grounds—stripped of dignity, beaten until numb.

said Amar holding back furiously. “Your slave won't die, Amar. Just because she hasn't eaten all day,” said Axelina without an expression on her beautiful face. Amar really couldn't hold back his anger. Amar vent it to Axelina's body. Amar pushed Axelina's body until she lay on the bed. Amar tore the clothes worn by Axelina. Axelina who was treated like that was just silent without a fight. Axelina looked at Amar with an incomprehensible gaze. Her mouth was silent without a word.

I said as I approached with empty hands. "I do not want your peace ..." she punctuated with disdainful laughter, "Ishara? Groveling is your specialty, not mine. Bow before me and I will press my sandal upon your neck," Shammuramat scoffed. That meant make me her slave. Nope. I'd been dodging that fate for way too long (was it two months already?) "Stick your foot in my direction, it better be because you want a foot massage, Princess. Falling down has never been my problem. Staying down when I should give up on the other hand...it simply isn't me."

They shared the same pale hair and almond-coloured eyes, though the eighteen year old had longer lashes and coquettish ways meaning she charmed nearly every suitor meant for Ava. The Princess Royal owed her a debt of gratitude for that. She was also thankful not to have spent hours at her toilet today, applying the creams and powders which would set her apart from the commoners. A small scattering of freckles could now be observed on her tip tilted nose and her full lips were moistened only by the dipper of water she had recently consumed. Her dress was not so long that it trailed in the April mud – there’d been another shower yesterday – and fitted her loosely over her linen petticoat and d

Biting hard on my bottom lip, I tried again. “Can I attend the culling with everyone else?”He said nothing for a while, and I was beginning to think he was never going to answer, but then he did, and I wished I had remained on that floor. “Don’t.” He turned around. I couldn’t see him in the darkness, but from all the noise his legs were making, I could tell… I imagined he wasn’t happy about my question, and I swallowed nervously. “Don’t think you are one of us, Amber.” He drawled out angrily. “You are an outcast and my slave. That is what you will always be as long as you remain in my debt. Now, get yourself out of there and go prepare!

As I walked further down the hall, I heard muffled screams and other sounds. “You’re disgusting get off of me!” She screamed. I stood outside the door listening. “You were supposed to be mine until I found my mate. I’ve always wanted you, Princess. You must’ve known.” Richards's voice made my skin crawl. Could this man be any more vile? I’ll have to teach him a lesson for putting his hands on my slave.