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"Why not take the one beside her", somebody said and I gasped in shock. I turned to see the one who spoke and it turned out to be Jo's. I looked at the psychopath as if I was just seeing her for the first time. "You said what?", the slave master said and Jo's grinned. "That one before you.", she nodded towards me. "She is known as the Slave princess, cherished by almost every man in The Oak.", her eyes met mine briefly and she continued. "Her hair is a burnt blonde but you will think she is brunette. All shre can do, you will be surprised ".

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

Michelle angry at the fact that both of them were referring to her princess as a slave or property blurted out saying, “She is neither a slave, nor a property. She is the royal princess of the Southern Isles and heir apparent to throne and she is my princess as I am her personal maid, so I demand to see her this instant.” Immediately Cassidy’s eyes snapped over to Michelle and back at Dan before realizing the plain truth. “Oh I see. This isn’t an official visit. It is a favor. The prince doesn’t know that you are here, don’t you? you are disobeying a direct order of the prince to not allow anyone see his slave without a permit from him, and yet here you are, assisting her. what could you pos

"I'm your Mistress, your Owner... Don't forget that you're breathing because I'm being complacent." I remembered when I had said that she would only breathe when I wanted her to... How much the vampires had admired her strength of will... That she would make an excellent warrior... All the signs are that they've managed to do just that: turn the slave into someone much greater. I don't know if I'm a warrior yet, but certainly a ruler. The door opens behind her back, and I see the same boy who was on the practice court and in the study room come in carrying a bucket.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

well, that just meant I would get back to my chambers later than usual. “She’s right, Sylvia. Most slaves would be dead after the things Princess has done. I mean.. attacking a servant of the kingdom is a death sentence, and she’s clearly fine. He even had her dressed in silk. She almost looks the way she did at home.” Lillian said with a bright smile. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. “It is surprising..” I said. I felt my face slightly heat up as I thought about it. “I must go. I have to bring the king his food.” I said.

"You're a slave now, aren't you? Why use noble etiquette to greet me?" The princess deliberately scanned my attire, reminding me of my current status and predicament. I focused on the woman before me—noble, beautiful, possessing all the traits of a ruler. My eyelashes drooped as I pondered how to answer her question. "Your Highness, I am indeed Alpha Klaus's slave now, but that's because he once saved me from Alpha Ron's hands. I am only following his orders out of gratitude."

, he nodded. The King bounced in looking angrier than ever, Jasper gulped, he had never been on the receiving hand on the King’s anger, but he knew for a fact that this was no joke. “tell me what was the meaning of that”, he growled. The lady genuflected, “my lord, please forgive us, we were too late to stop it, the slave whore seemed to have forgotten the fact that she was no longer a Princess, and went against those who were her superiors and they wouldn’t have it”, she explained.

The former princess of one of the most powerful kingdoms in England. As these four people strode their way to the palace, people left all they were doing, forming a crowd behind them to wash the former princess, and the two lowborns she held so protectively. There were murmurs in the crowd. How did the slave princess get to Veroni? How was she able to 'heal' that girl? How did she allow those girls to stand so close to her? Does it mean she won't push us away for being unprivileged people when we go close?

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.