Sold To The Royal's Dominion 소설 & 이야기

So I peacefully embraced my fate and decided to satisfy my unsatiated curiosity and let him continue. "Your Highness must know that slave-trading in Reveldron is strictly prohibited since His Majesty, King Reuben ascended the throne, and to find one's own mother so deeply tangled in such a heinous crime was a blow big enough to leave one wrecked." I knew that slavery and slave-trading was illegal in Reveldron because the slave-traders who caught me back then were foreigners, they were nomad slave-traders who were passing by the borders of Reveldron. Selling and buying of slaves in Reveldron was deemed a crime grave enough to be killed for. And hence, it was hard for you to find slave trades

The royalties of Ayatullah then returned to their kingdom. And the Kingdom of Anglutica was named Kingdom of Gardenia and it was annexed to the Kingdom of Baltimore because Prince Raphael, My husband to be, was named the In-Charged of the said new territory.

“So what is it you want in return for your loyalty?” “Your word,” she said, tilting her chin. “That when this war is over, and you sit on the throne of the clans, I will be at your side. As your equal. Your queen.” Victor’s expression hardened, but not with rejection—with consideration. “Marriage,” he said slowly, “to a woman as cold-blooded as she is beautiful.” “You flatter me.” He chuckled. “Fine. I agree—if I rule, you’ll be my bride. But until then, you serve in silence. I want Dante to think you’re still his ally.”

It was dandy until they landed on the topic of her parents. It drove through her chest like a pointy icicle. "Well," She said, swallowing around the word, and it hurt, but Celina was oddly detached. That might be the reason why her bones felt like ice – because she didn't quite feel a lot anymore. "They sold me to the Prince to repay their debt. Since then, we talked only once. So there's that." She figured that she'd shocked Abel a fair bit with that reply; he most likely hadn't expected that.

I said. "Providing access," she said. "To Royal Wolves from other bloodlines. The consortium wanted Royal blood — not the blood of members under their protection, that was the condition, the people under the agreement were untouchable. Other Royal Wolves. Isolated ones. Ones without the protection of a Lycan King or a significant alliance structure." "They sold people," I said. "They traded people," she said. "For the survival of the people who remained." I looked at her.

Maisse asked curiously. Her father’s expression hardened. "He's a respectable man. A pillar of the community. And more importantly, he's rich. Very, very rich. Think of the opportunities, Maisse! No more struggling. No more worrying about rent, about food, about those… girls." He gestured dismissively towards the back of the house where the twins were studying. "He's probably twice my age!" she retorted, her voice rising. "And you just decided this? You sold me off like some commodity?"

Leah added, “And clinics at the outer sectors. If people see medicine with our seal on it—not Dominion’s—they’ll know who kept them alive.” “Then that’s our answer,” Ethan said. “They offered control. We build independence.” THE WHISPERS TURN LOUD By dusk, the plaza was packed. Traders. Dockhands. Tunnelers. Families. The Reader’s Benches had done their job: everyone knew what Dominion offered, word for word. Ethan stood on a low platform—not above the people, but among them. His voice carried through a hundred murmurs. “Dominion came with papers dressed like gifts. Roads, grids, food. Everything we need—at a price. A price they don’t say out loud.”

He took the cards back to DiCarlo and Yesus. "Found anything yet?" Bruno asked "No, nothing Boss" DiCarlo replied. "Shit!" Bruno cursed. What else could be missing? He was sure he knew what she meant. As his eyes roamed the room for answers, they landed on the other goods. 'London' he recalled. Goods were going to London, knights were in London. He turned to DiCarlo and Yesus. "Bring those cartons. We need to search them as well. Not the liquors, I mean the ones going to London." He said.

And when she asked him again, his answer didn't change. "You are to be my Consort." A consort. His f**king Consort. Athena bit the insides of her cheeks and almost drew blood from it. With the contract already established between them, Athena didn't have any way out without facing a heavy price in trying to disobey the contract binded with magic. "What do you think of this dress, Consort?" Agatha, the maid who Alexander found to see through all her needs while staying in his house excitedly asked Athena didn't like being called 'Consort' but after staying in the mansion for two weeks and hearing that blasted word everyday, she could only force a smile and wish she could stab Alexander in the

soon, her daughter walked in along side her maids. "Greetings mother" lady Zara greeted her mother with a bow "Have you heard about the news?" The queen mother asked in anger "What news" lady Zara asked "His lordship brought in a human sex slave" the queen mother said "Oh" lady Zara muttered perfunctorily. "Oh?, Is that what you have to say? His lordship is your mate, you have the right to question him if he is making out with another woman" the queen fired angrily "When has it suddenly become a big deal if his lordship makes out with another woman, he does that all the time, what do you think he uses the human slaves for?" Lady Zara replied, but this only got the her mother pissed.