The warm beats of sunlight strike my face, as birds flap and sing to their heart's content. My head pounds, the effect of alcohol from the night weighing on my nerves, and I pinch between my eyebrows. White linen covers me, a fresh set of clothes, lined on the edge of the bed. I smile at the efforts that Max always puts in.
I drag myself to stand straight, the linen falling over my body, the naked exposure under it evident. The nerves on my head strike me with effect, the incidents of the night flowing to my mind.
Shoot. What have I done?
I forced myself on Max, I shouldn't have done that.
No.
My mind races in panic. My hands tremble, my nerves beating an unrhythmic tone insid
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The wind swirls through the window, turning the night into a white sheet of coldness. The room grows eerily silent, as the buzz of crickets fills the room. Events of last night flood my brain, and my heart beats erratic, but it rips apart more when I remember his cold expressions.Max, the one person I promised I would take care of, and only have been hurting for most of my life. A chuckle leaves my lips, as tears sting the edges of my eye. There has to be an easy way to let go of things, turn back time, or just shut the emotions off in a dark corner.The cling of metal fills the room, the voice of laughter wrapping a warmth on the white of cold. Max. Only his laughter can bring me such warmth. I open my eyes, diving out of the table and taking long strides
The water around me loses its serenity, as circular ripples form on the surface. I raise my eyes hoping to see Adria, but my eyes drop as I see Lycan standing - naked. Her blue eyes reflected the silver of the moon, turning grey, piercing my gaze. I know Lycan likes me. It’s easy to make out from the way she acts, but I can't reciprocate her feelings. Not now, or, ever when all I have in my mind is Adria. Adria, the only girl I saw, and the girl that saw every man except me. I want to laugh at the misery of my love. Laugh at my stupid heart to hold on to her, but all I feel is this heavy feeling in my heart that renders me crippled whenever she is in front of me. My eyes still look at Lycan, the water creating silver around her milky white skin. A beautiful woman, that anyone can
“Adria slow down you will fall”, Max shouts as he runs behind me. Our tiny feet rustle the orange, red, and yellow crusty maple leaves that adorn the garden in the southern half of the palace. In the evening I heard some soldiers saying there was a small waterfall in the middle of the garden, and I and Max had sneaked out from Evander to visit the lake.I run looking at Max over my shoulder as he climbs the branches, jumping over them to take a shorter route than to circle around them like me. He inches closer and closer, and I dig my feet into the ground running at as insane speed as possible in the gown twirling against my heels.The canopy of the tall trees cast a shadow on the ground spreading a whiff of musky sweetness from the decaying leaves. The smoky tint of the branches makes a
A hundred whips and my skin feels torn, but not my determination to love Max. I see mom, step into the dungeon, as she bends on her knees letting the straps on my arms lose.“A princess listens, they don't rebel”, she says. Her voice is laced with venom.“That beggar won't give you anything except pleasure, but to live a life like a queen you need to marry a king. You can keep him as your concubine, someone you can fuck, but not your life partner.”, her eyes are calm as she says this.How could she say this? I love him, and he deserves the world from me. He is my equal, someone that will stand by my side, and not below me. And concubine. I can never turn him to that, even though he would be mine forever, a concubine
A new day should start with new feelings, new opportunities, and new chances. Yet, my mind still wanders on everything that had happened in my life. Everything wrong to make my love life a distant memory. I huff the tiredness, blowing it out through my mouth in long deep breaths as Sherlin wraps me in some dress she thinks fits for the event. I don't want to look at myself through the mirror, because all I see in my eyes is the failure - the failure to save Max from me.And I say, I will protect him from the world?My mind mirths at the stupidity of my heart, deciding to take over the actions in its hand.Putting myself in a mask of the queen with everything going perfect and fine, I swipe down myself from the flight of stairs to the grounds of the farmer.
I throw the curtains of the healer's chambers open to let the fresh airflow in the room. Replacing the tables with blooming- jasmines dipped in night fairy concoctions to accentuate their smells, I place them all over the room to overpower the scent of the ointment that fills the room. Adria hates the smell of ointment. Whenever she used to study medicine she always complained how the smell of ointment makes her feel sick and dizzy, and she hoped that the entire space could smell like blooming night jasmine so she can learn medicine for fun. The whiff of jasmines covers all the walls, and I feel satisfied with the way the room smells. Readjusting the fire in the chambers I ensure that the room is at a comfortable temperature before looking over my shoulders to the figure lying on the bed, covered in white linen. My lips curl as the room fills with the beats of her shallow breaths indi
Lycan’s eyes linger on mine as Max dresses the wounds on my side. I could feel the jealousy oozing through her orbs, as she tries to maintain the smile. I shouldn’t let her feel like that, especially now that I know they both like each other. When I came into consciousness and saw them making out, I did feel bad, but Lycan saved my life, and I should at least make sure she doesn't feel bad because of me. Max and I are friends, and from now on we will always remain only friends. I let the gown slide down as Max finishes the dressing. Securing my dagger around my thigh and sword in the satchel I drag myself limping towards the court. It was the trial for the man that stabbed me. My feet clink on the marble of the court amidst the crowd of villagers and court men. Every eye looks up at me in sympathy, cooing at the wound visible through the sheer ends of my gown. I meet their eyes smiling, assuring them the wound doesn't affect me. Honestly, it doesn't, not more than the pain that I fe
Papers were brought in to sign for the official concubine statement. A statement that says nothing but tells the person signing it that they now are giving up their entire life to someone who they do not even love. That they will be a mere piece of meat that the royal person will enjoy, and they do not even get to say no to whatever the demands they put forward to. A ridiculous contract that binds every king’s love to them, when they show off their wives at meetings. Azrael sits across me, shaking under the gaze of Max that towers him, seething with anger. Max’s knuckles turn white at the impact with which he clutches the sword on his belt, but I see him relax as Lycan places a hand on his shoulder. Perfect. I roll my eyes at the encounter, finishing signing a hundred rules that bind Azrael and me together, or rather a hundred rules that state Azrael will now be at my mercy forever. I cross my legs slumping down on the chair. The wound hurts my insides, rendering me weak every few h
Every day Max gets up to ask only one question, “How do you know we were going to have a baby girl”, and I just shrug saying, “Mother instincts.”, and he pouts like a child folding his hands over his chest. It's been a year since I am married to this person pouting beside me. The day I came into consciousness, he pulled me down to the temple in the middle of the village, and in the witness of hundreds of people in my kingdom, he married me. There were no huge rituals, customs, or grandiose spread along with the city, and yet it was the happiest day of my life. Since, then it’s been like I am having a second skin that walks, sleeps, and eats by me every second of the day. It was hard to explain to the entire kingdom, what went down in the palace, but I was happy they accepted everything along with me and Max. The coronation was no different. As soon as I was healed, the kingdom decided to crown me as the Queen, and I made sure to give Max, a position that made him stand as my equal
“They are going to kill Adria today”, the healer says as I raise the dagger to pierce into his body. I freeze in my spot listening to his words, as my heart goes into frantic actions. “But, I can help you. I know where they will be taking her. I can help you”, he says and I yank his body up from the ground. “If you lie to me once, I will make sure this dagger settles deep into your heart the very moment.” Threat spills through my words, as his body trembles in my arms. The healer guides me to the dungeon of the palace, “She is in there?”, he says. Dragging his body beside me, I enter the eerie gravel-littered space. I could see trails of blood that run along the floor as if someone was dragged mercilessly on the ground. Something settles along my throat, not letting me breathe properly, as I walk towards the blood-stained floor. As I walk into the depths of the place, I could hear echoes of crying and laughter. Different kinds of heartbeats beat along the walls, but the nearest t
“The yellow potion killed him”“Max, tell me it's a lie and I will believe you”, I say clutching his palm in my hand. The heat radiating from them was comforting, and I nuzzle into his skin to seek comfort from everything that was going on. He pulls his hand away from mine, raising the bottle of the yellow potion to his eye level. A gulp resonates from his throat, his proximity to me letting me hear every tick of his heart. My eyes never leave him, they take in every moment of his muscle. I know he was thinking something, what exactly was never a question because I was waiting to hear he was not guilty. His eyes suddenly trail to the door, as a silhouette shuffles along the window, and he places a hand on my lips. Dipping closer to my ear he whispers, “It’s not me, but act like it's me and throw me out of the chamber.”, he says. I pull back looking at his face relief and confusion playing a weird blend on me. His eyes look at me softly and warmly, telling me he would explain thing
“Yes, she is telling the truth. Evander loved me, he adored me, treated me like the queen I am”, a glint of madness crosses my mother's face as she talks. “But, he was a mere servant who forgot his boundaries. Your father was never available for me Adria, he never used to look past the strategies of war. Even when he needed to satisfy himself, he used to go around hiring women and concubines. I was never enough for him because I couldn't give him a son, but trust me Adria it wasn't my fault, it was your dad. He was incompetent.”, she says as her eyes grow frantic looking everywhere around the room. “Ask anyone? Anyone.”, she says breaking into laughter. “Funny he could never even impregnate one of his concubines, and he used to blame me for not giving him a son”, laughing like a maniac she shuffles to the ground sitting with her head in her hands. “That’s when I found Evander. First I forced him, then blackmailed him in Adria’s and Max’s name, and then when I showed him my broken
“Yes, I love you Adria”, he laughs shaking his head in disappointment as tears roll down his cheeks. “I started following you two years ago. Your every move, your every habit, your every need, and in a blink of an eye I knew your strengths and weakness. I saw how you held yourself high before men, confident and not bowing to them. I saw how you enjoyed it when they feared you, especially after they underestimate you. I saw how you wanted to carve your respect in everyone's mind. But I also saw how you were running from your own mind.”, the tears clutch onto the edge of his lips, as he looks deep into my eyes. “You were running from the one person you love. Eyes speak Adria, and your’s were the loudest when you saw Max, admiring him from afar. And I always wondered why you could never see my brother with those eyes. The dots never connected, if you loved Max, then why did you fool Evander”, dipping his head back a chuckle escapes his lips. “And guess what my answer was just tucked i
TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual abuse, assault, and Graphic abuse.Azrael walks in from the door his face in a mock, his eyes staring me up and down in hatred and it is not what haunts me, it's the other person clinging onto his arm that burns me with rage. I scatter forward but the splinters dig in my skin pulling me back to place. “Oh, look at the Queen all helpless”, mom says as she walks beside Azrael her eyes scattered with a glint at the misery she sees. The phosphene in the air is cut, a sudden cool spreading all over my body relieving me of the pain. I eye the ground breathing at the dwindled pain when I see feet stop mere inches from me. My chin is pinched between fingers so hard that it would probably leave a bruise, as they jerk my face up to look at the person standing before me. His fingers leave my chin. Tracing the cuts on my shoulder blade, Azrael presses his fingers onto the wound, and a hiss leaves from between my lips. “Does it hurt? Tell them sweetheart”, he says, with
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual abuse, assault, and Graphic abuse.The chapter contains scenes of sexual abuse, graphic sexual assault, and other kinds of violence. Readers are requested to skip the part if they do not feel comfortable reading any form of violence. Your mental health is above and beyond anything in this world.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A body crashes into mine from behind, and as if the torture from the front was not enough he started to push his dick into my rear hole. My body had split into two at this point, as the metallic smell in the air grew dense with every passing second. The men used me as they please, in every fucking possible way they could have contorted my body in, and at this point, I was unaware of how many times I had been taken. I could feel them slide in and out, one after the
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual abuse, assault, and Graphic abuse.The chapter contains scenes of sexual abuse, graphic sexual assault, and other kinds of violence. Readers are requested to skip the part if they do not feel comfortable reading any form of violence. Your mental health is above and beyond anything in this world.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I feel my skin melt as the rod touches my body, the pain in me brimming the threshold I could hold until I am shoved away from the gate. “I am not letting you die just yet”, a voice echoes in my ears, and I squint my eyes to look at the face in the orange light that scatters around in the place. My vision clears as the pain from the burn subsides now that the rods were not in direct contact with my skin, and I see the men that dragged me here. I don't know who t
I place my hand over my stomach, as my eyes take in the flatness of it through the mirror. It is just impossible to wrap my head around the possibility that there is a human being growing in there, and that very small being has the flesh of the one person I love the most in the world. A smile crosses my face, the idea of me growing bigger and bulkier with a person in me sounding like a ridiculous tale. My hand caresses the region over the fabric, anticipating what size it will grow, how large, what will I look like, and how will Max… hold me?Will Max ever hold me? My senses wander with the question. The idea of pregnancy is not that absurd, what disturbs me the most is whether I will be able to give this small bean the life they deserve. A twinge of guilt holds me, nervousness picking up at my senses as I think about Max. Something seems off, what exactly is out of the question. But there is an inner voice that somehow yells at me, that something very bad is about to knock on my d