PROLOGUE

This is a beautiful tale of Eric Leonor and Isabelle Winston. A king and a village commoner who later became the slave in King’s harem.

From a free girl, she became a slave. A life of slavery was written in her destiny.

For years the Alsair Kingdom has been ruled by the Leonor Family. Eric Stone Leonor is the ninth king of The Alsair Kingdom. He has proved to be more ruthless than any other king of his family in just two years of reign. It is said that his eyes reflect the cruelty in him. There is not even a single person who is not afraid of him.

He is not only ruthless and a tyrant but brave and courageous too. Wins after wins have been seen in his reign for two years. His kingdom has become the largest and the richest among all other kingdoms. The strongest among all other kingdoms.

Isabelle is that girl with whom destiny played in the cruelest way possible. She did not only lose her freedom but became a slave too. She is the most beautiful slave of his harem and has also caught the king’s eye.

She wants to leave the palace and the king wants to keep her close to him, in his clutches.

Let’s see what destiny holds for them. Join their journey to know more about their tale.

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I look at him with tears in my eyes. I want to beg but no words leave my throat. Slowly he tightens his grip and now he is choking me. I try to claw at his hands so he leaves my neck but nothing happens. I feel my lungs burn and my head spinning. This is the moment. I am going to die. The moment I was going to pass out he loosened his grips and threw me on the bed with a force.

I bounce on the soft bed. I try to breathe as much air as I can. I am breathing heavily. I put my hand on my chest. I try to normalize my breathing but it is not helping. Tears are freely falling from my eyes. I don't dare to look into the king’s eyes. I am afraid of angering the king further.

“This is your life and you have to accept it. You can never leave me. I will never let you go. You will have to spend your whole life with me. This is your destiny. Accept it”. He says with his tone rising with each word. It feels like he wants to embed his words in my mind. I don’t say anything.

“Now get up and remove your clothes”. The king orders angrily. I grip the sheets tightly in my hands. He will again have my body. I will not let him use me again. If I have come this far then I will see what is at the end of this path. I feel a new wave of determination in me.

“If you will not let me go then I will free myself from this painful life. If leaving the palace is not an option then there is always an option of death and I have chosen it”. I say with determination and sit up in bed.

I take out the small knife from under the pillow which I had placed there after having breakfast. I knew I would need it in the future but I did not think that I would need it this soon. This knife will free me from this painful life. This knife will end my suffering.

“I will kill myself. I will not let you use me as your sex toy. I am a human and I have self-respect. You cannot tarnish my dignity by claiming me again and again. I will free myself from this life”. With these words, I stood up from the bed and put the small knife on my wrist.

The king’s expressions turn even darker. He is eyeing the knife with anger. If looks could kill then I would have been burning in fire by now.  I have never seen the king so angry.

“Do it, Isabelle. This is your chance”. I hear someone say in my mind.

“Put it down. Believe me, Isabelle. You will regret doing this”. I get stopped by the king’s harsh and angry voice. I think about his words for a second but then decide to do what I want.

“No, you are wrong. There will be no regret once I die. I will be free. Free from you, from this place, from this painful life, and free from this cruel world”. With these words, I put the knife on my skin, and now I can feel its sharpness.

I was going to cut my wrist when suddenly the king took my wrist in a tight grip. I scream in pain. With his other hand, he is gripping my other wrist. I fight him to let my wrist go but my strength is nothing in front of him.

He puts pressure on the wrist of that hand in which I have the knife. I scream in pain. He twists in an odd direction making me scream louder.

“Throw it before I break your wrist. I might cause damage beyond repair. Throw it right now”. He says and twists it more. I screamed and threw the knife before he broke my wrist. I could not beat the pain. It was too much for me to bear.

I am hysterically crying while holding my wrist which is paining so much. My loud cries are echoing around the room.

“Till now you have seen my love but now you will see the wrath of King Eric Leonor. I tried to be good with you but I think you will not understand the importance of my love without going through suffering and pain”. King says angrily. I cry louder at his words.

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