Torture Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

Madam Tremblay was always right. My name is Caroline Andermier, the heiress Princess of The Kingdom of Tresoria, daughter of King Maximus and Queen Lianne. Our territory was built where it used to be an old country named over its states being united or something of the sort. Almost all the history before the rising of the Kingdom was wiped away from common knowledge and the rest was forbidden for most of the people, including me.

That foolish general spilled the beans. "Young man, don't talk nonsense. The Celts are an enemy of my ancestors, how could I collude with them?" The Prince turned to the Queen Mother and said seriously, "Mother, I came all the way for one purpose and that's to marry my beloved Princess Dohana. I will not entertain this fool no more. He is obviously a traitor and a liar. Before, he kidnapped the Princess and kept her locked up in his home country. That's a crime of kidnapping. Arrest him immediately or the wedding is off."

My mouth drops as my brain registers Omar's Fiancée figure approaching the sink. "Princess Asta is a pleasure to meet you. Omar speaks highly of you." I greet her in a friendly way. "Omar? Is King Drakon Omar Brantley for you! And don't dare to address me, filthy peasant. Know your place." She scuffs, motioning her hands before the water sensor. I was speechless. This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t.

Never in her Wildest dream , Princess thought that she would get a treatment like this Princess was beautifully grown lady and standing only in lingerie could made any man to turn on the fire of need and desire in them but Not to ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE who craved only his Mewling Squirrel Her heart froze as he continued to peed on her and smiled like a raging wolf who had hidden his actual agenda Princess's heart wanted only Abhimanyu who never glanced at any other woman except Taapur Princess vomited at the spot and her body thrashed and felt down on the floor Abhimanyu laughed animalistically at her . . What do you think huh ? That I'll spare you ? After hurting my Queen huh ? .... ,, Abh

Her heartbeat quickened. "...then he questioned them." Valeria's expression changed. The realization struck her instantly. "They could tell him..." "Our location." Don Rossi finished. Silence swallowed the room. Valeria immediately shook her head. "Our men are loyal." Her father laughed bitterly. "Loyal?" "You still believe loyalty survives torture?" She didn't answer. Don Rossi continued. "I've watched men betray brothers." "I've watched fathers betray sons." "I've watched wives betray husbands." "Pain changes people." He stared toward the floor.

Her hands are so cold in mine, trembling like I never though I’d feel from her. I never thought I’d see fear from the princess, not like this. She tries to back away from me but I don’t let go, keeping her there, right in front of me. I need to understand why she’s so scared. “Adelaide, darling. Please, tell me what’s happened.” She gulps up to me her body shaking violently. “I’m not going to hurt you, please tell me,” I soothe, I just need some answers. I need her to calm down, I fear she’s about to make herself sick.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Meanwhile, the rod is in the pot of fire heating. He dragged me by my shorts and with the help of the others, they hung me to a metal poll. This is my three square meal replace with actual food—being subjected to a torture for a crime I never committed. My jaw slacked with breath coming in pants, perspiration forming on brows and my underarms as I saw the man pull the rod out of the fire. I shut my eyes not to witness what he had to do. The rod comes into contact with my back and I scream in anguish, the sound choking my throat as my mouth is stuffed with a piece of smelling cloth. They ask me questions however, the only thing I could hear and register is Princess Isadora and nothing else. S

As the car hit me, my consciousness began to fade. Pain shot through my entire body, but what hurt more was the absolute, crushing despair of being abandoned. Flashes of memory flooded my mind. The first time I saw Vincent, sitting behind his desk, the cold light glinting off his glasses. Me, deliberately provoking him, and him, completely unmoved. The first time he pinned me down, calling me Principessa, his voice low and ragged. I had thought it was love.

The princess bowed to the fire and sat in front of it cross legged with folded hands. A huge sack of coconuts were placed on either side of her. A big garland of flowers was ornamented on her like a necklace. Before her were pictures of ancient Arabic Gods. Two disciples stood on either side of her. Each one of them took a coconut and broke it with force on her head. The process continued. The princess not even flinches as she sat there unmoving as in an oblation to fire. Her only desire was to end the beast by any means. "Give me the most torturous death for his end should be as threatening as mine." She declared with her head held high in valor and power even when she was walking towards