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Sally and Chad married in the local church, and a lot of people attended too.
Danika was shocked that almost the whole of Salem, came to witness their legal union. Mombana came too, and for the first time in a long time, she saw the familiar face of most of her people.
Tears sprang to her eyes when her people walked past her and bowed to her. They still recognize her as their princess...even when she was dressed in rags.
And the king was there too.
He was seated at the front with his guards behind him, and Chad's joy about his presence was clearly written on his face. He knows how busy the King's schedule is, so he knows the sacrifice the king made to be present on his special day.
Princess Kamara sat on the left side of the king with a kind smile on her face, and Vetta was seated by his right side glarin
1333 word(s)Published144"Sir Declan had once talk about marriage to me, My King. I know he will be happy for me on this day, if he was here."King Lucien blinked hard and shook his head to get Chad's heartfelt words away from his mind.But, the words kept whispering into his mind over and over again, until he drew taut with tension like a drawn bow.If only Declan was alive...Chad had made the innocent comment after his wedding while he was greeting and thanking him for attending his special day. He'd clamped his mouth shut immediately he said those words and apologized regretfully."Declan is not some forbidden topic, just because he's dead. It's okay, Chad." Those were the words the king replied with.But the harm has been done. If only Declan Declan was still alive... If any of his family was still alive
888 word(s) Published 145 Baski walked out of the king’s bedroom with her heart in her throat. This summon filled her with dread. She walked to Danika’s bedroom and saw her lyimg down on the bed, her breathing evened out. She knows that she’s sleeping even before she walked towards her front and saw her closed eyes. Even in sleep, lines of worry marred her face. Baski knows that the poor girl is more stressed lately with everything she’s going through. And, now this… She touched Danika gently. “Danika, dear you have to wake up.” Danika mumbled incoherently and settled back to sleep. “The king summons you, Danika.” Her eyes snapped open and she sprang up from the bed with so much force, her head spun. Baski held her, “Easy, easy…”
1028 word(s) Published 146 Baski's wrinkled cheeks flushed a little. "Vetta once referred to the king as a no-preamble man. Just in case... uhm, you have to be prepared." Danika would have refuted the mistress's notion, but she was too worked up to try. Indeed, the king is not big on foreplay and he doesn't like to be touched, but he is different with her. That gave her a pause. He is different with her. Surely, everything will be alright. That, more than anything, calmed her. She took the gel from Baski, entered the bathroom and used it. She came out a minute later and walked towards the door. "Danika?" She turned at the sound of Baski's voice. "Uhm?" Baski hesitated, "The king is a very damaged man. He might look well on the outside, but he is broken on the inside. He n
1377 word(s)Published147He caressed her collar button for a few more seconds. Then, he dropped his hand to her waist. The relief made her tremble, but the fear remained.His body drawn taut, felt like stone behind her back as he pressed close to her.Danika gasped when she felt his massive erection on her lower back, thick and hard poking her. But, only for a second.The next, he pulled back a bit and with one firm yank of his hand, he tore her chemise from her body. Her breasts spilled out. Another yank of his hand tore the cotton trouser that covered her lower body, leaving her completely naked before him.The swift and rough way he handled her had her almost hyperventilating with panic. And, for the first time since she became a slave, she found herself struggling to be free from him.His muscular strength and powerful exerti
961 word(s) Published 148 Escape! 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬!! 𝙀𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙀!!!! He has to keep her close. He has to keep her close! Not letting go! King Lucien cannot think past those animalistic urges that beat down on his head. Cannot hear past them. She struggles against him. It angered him that she's trying to get away from him. She's not leaving like his sister did! Not like Declan did! He'll do everything to keep her close! Never! She is not getting away! He is not letting her go! He palmed her thigh and lifted her leg, baring her to him. Pure animalistic instincts rode him so hard, he was shaking with the urge to bury himself so deep inside the soft flesh he caged before him. Positioning himself blindly, he bumped against her but her body restricted his invasion. An animalistic growl tore from his tro
1164 word(s)Published149A soft hand touching him hesitatingly, it penetrated his drunk haze. So soft, and oh so soothing.It reminded him of when he was a young lad in his mother's knees. His mother would read to him, and teach him how to do maths. She will praise him and pat the soft curls of his head when he does things right.The small hand that caressed his thigh, and now, his hair, was like a soothing balm to his wounded soul. To his head raving mad.One by one, his demons began receding. One by one, the dark memories began fading. They loosened their fierce hold on him. Only a bit.For the first time, he became aware of his surroundings. Of the soft trembling body he pinned to the wall, thrusting savagely and hungrily into her.Danika.He loosened his hold on her breast, but his control was still shot
1095 word(s) Published 150 This was between her and him. Life and death. Possession and ownership. She threw her head back. “You’re not hurting me. I..." I love you, I love you, I'm pregnant for you, I'm carrying your child, I love you, I love you so much! "I trust you." He groaned, increasing his rhythm until she felt sure she’d snap in two. His guttural moan vibrated through his chest as the first ripple of need travelled down his dïck, massaging her with the fierceness of his impending orgasm. Her body clenched, tightened, wound. Taking me out of this stratosphere and placing her on a shooting star. A comet where everything was happy and perfect and there was no tragedy or sadness. No memories. No slavery. No pain. Grief tried to steal her from his embrace and she clamped her eyes shut. Focu
1276 word(s)Published151Her arms felt like water, but she was able to raise them and wrap around his head. They cuddled that way.They listened to the sound of their breathings. Allowing the silence between them to stretch, it was a comfortable silence where the king tried to remember the details of what just happened, and Danika tried to surpress the feeling of worry for her child.What was done, was done. At least if she lost the baby, it will save her from all the stress and worry about the king finding out, she tried to console herself.She concentrated on the feeling of the King's head in between her breasts, his hand was caressing her skin the same way hers does to his head.They almost seem like real couples, Danika thought with an inner sad smile. She closed her eyes to enjoy the moment."Thank you, Danika." His deep voi