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Danika heard king Lucien swallow. "I need...."
"Whatever you need.... Take me... Take whatever you need..." She whispered, caressing his shoulder with shaky hand.
"I do not understand the things you do to me...." He trailed off, sounding confused and angry at the same time.
Then, he slid down a bit, angled his head and took her rosy nipple into his mouth.
The same moment, his hand raised her thigh wide apart and he shoved into her in one deep plunge all the way to the hilt.
Danika screamed at the unexpected move and tears burned the back of her eyes. All of a sudden, she felt full. Too full.
And it burns. It burns so badly that she began pushing at his shoulders, pained whimpers tore from her throat. Wet eyes pleaded with his.
He pulled back, pu
972 word(s) Published 102 Four Weeks Later. Sally came out to the backyard to see her princess washing her clothes. Sally would have rushed to take the clothes from her before, but today, she didn't. Her princess needed the distraction. She needed the activity to get her mind off painful things. Her princess turned then and saw her. She smiled at her, "Sally..." Sally forced herself to beam at her. "My princess. Do you need my help?" she offered anyway. Danika shook her head, "No.... I'm fine." Sally bit her lips. It hurts, just having to come say this to her princess. Danika saw the pain and indecision in Sally's eyes. She dropped the piece of clothing back to the small river. She turned to Sally, "What is it?" "Princess Kamara w-will be arriving t
1081 word(s) Published 103 It hurts her severally and even after three weeks, it doesn't hurt less. But if Princess Kamara will make the king happy, then, it will be bearable for her. She just has to bear it, she has no choice. She wishes the king all the happiness life has to offer. Maybe then, the guilt of what her father did to him will finally leave her. She paused and leaned her head on the cold hanging rail. If the guilt might leave her, will her love for him ever leave her? When Baski gave her the news one week after the night she'd spent with the king, it made her wonder if that is the reason the king had stopped summoning her to his bed? Why he stopped summoning her to write? Why he stopped... Why he just stopped everything? She opened her eyes, shutting the pain out, and continued the
1046 word(s) Published 104 Henna stared at her princess in the carriage. Princess Kamara has her professional 'princess look' on her face. Haughty lift of her chin. A blank unsmiling face. Eyes straight ahead. Mouth snapped together. A typical princess look. But one thing about a personal maid's relationship with her princess is that the personal maid already knows her princess really well. Having been with her for so many years. "Everything will be alright, my princess." Henna tried to say in consolation. "Stay away from me, Henna." Princess Kamara snapped. Henna watched the way her princess's hands tightened really well on the beautiful silk and lace corset she was wearing. Her hands have been balled into fists since their carriage entered the kingdom of Salem. It had only remained tightened
1081 word(s) Published 105 "Of course, that's weird. Considering that you were supposed to be the best healer in all the twelve kingdoms!" She hissed. "Are you sure you have a womb and your man can father a child?" The blunt question took her aback. She glared daggers at the woman. "Yes, I have a womb, you moron, I've carried a child before. And my man can father a child." Of course, the king can father a child, she has no doubt about that because it's just not possible for a king to be unable to father a child. So, it's definitely because of the damned pills. She glared at the healer harder. The old healer cannot see, but Vetta would've sworn that the woman knows how bad her expression is because she sighed in resignation. The healer got up and walked to one of the beat-up shelv
1003 word(s) Published 110 When King Lucien pulled Danika into a hug, blanketing her into his strong arm, everything suddenly felt right in the world when she got over her shock from the gesture. She allowed her wet eyes to slid close and she wrapped her arms around him. It's been four weeks she'd been in his arms. Four excruciating week of pain and misery. She closed her eyes and tightened her arms around him. It doesn't matter if this moment is fleeting... If he regains back his senses and pushes her away... What matters is the moment. This stolen moment between them. Since her status reduced and she became a slave, Danika learnt to always live in the moment because good moments are hard to come by when you're a slave. Finally, he pulled back. She looked up at his deep blue eyes and it isn't looking so troubled any
846 word(s) Published 106 Princess Kamara hasn't seen the king since she arrived. She heard that he's been in court all day, but she'll be able to see him in the night. In the meantime, she was shown to her room which was decorated and well equipped specifically for her. She'd spent her afternoon and evening walking around the palace, just looking around. Getting some fresh air with Henna. She was still hurting, and anger instills in her heart. She wants to be in her father's kingdom not here. She missed seeing the face of Callan. She wasn't able to see him for some weeks because her father had forbidden her from doing so. The consequence of disobeying his orders is that Callan will be whipped. She wondered how he's doing now. All these were in her thoughts as she walked
1157 word(s) Published 107 Danika can only watch what was happening. She was too stunned. Too shocked. After Vetta stormed off, Kamara turned her attention to her. She stretched out her hand. Danika placed her hand into hers, and she helped her up from the ground. "Thank you so much for your help, Princess Kamara. I appreciate." Danika said sincerely. She never expected this at all. Kamara waved her off. "Oh, stop with the 'Princess Kamara', not from your mouth too. I get sick and tired of hearing it sometimes." "Oh..." She doesn't know what to say to that. "You can call me Kamara, and I will call you Danika." "But that's not proper. I'm n-no longer a princess, I'm now a slave." Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "The clothes don't matter. What ma
942 word(s) Published 108 Can a person live and breathe pain? That was the question Lucien was asking himself as he laid in the cold hard cage, his body hurting badly. His ribs felt like they've been roasted in a hot blazing fire. His pain, he can always deal with on his own in private...in silence. But now, Declan needs him. Declan needs him now. He bit back a growl as he got up from the ground and walked to the bars of the cage that adjoined his present cage with Declan's cage. "Hey..." He growled out. Declan opened his eyes and stirred. Lucien can see that he wasn't really sleeping, he was just forcing himself. At twenty-one, Declan has developed a very bad case of insomnia. Just like every other slave. Some worst than the others. "Prince Lucien..." He groaned, crawlin