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
The bushes along the palace walls rustle the black silhouette in them, crawling on its knees. The cat eyes scan through the palace grounds, keeping a close look on the Queen, and her now concubine. The silhouette shuffles, the rustle blending with the wind, as the person climbs towards the west wing of the palace. The west wing is full of secrets. Dirty secrets from the royals, and their ancestors. The same black silhouette makes its way down through the grey, brown walls walking to the room at the farthest right corner. Wood creeks open, the moon casting its silver over the person sitting in the middle. The wine glass shines with clear liquid, as the stench of lavender and lilies fills the room rendering anyone heady. “What’s the news?”, the person in the middle croons, tapping their pinky nail on the glass. A naked body lies beside, covered with whip marks, tied with leather straps to the bedframe, almost lifeless on the sheets. “No… No news. They were just talking about Evander
I lie on the bed draped in a transparent white gown that leaves very little to the imagination. The sweetheart neckline cuts low popping almost half of my breast out, as the thigh-high cuts on both ends fall away from my legs. I prop on my elbows twisting my body in a slow sensual turn, lying on my stomach. My cheeks rest on the linen sheet, the slight red tint on them transferring to the sheets. I run my lips on my bottom lip, curling them in my mouth to leave a shiny layer of moisture, as my eyes follow Max around the room. He lights the candles letting the light from them fill the room, of my east chambers. Raising my legs, I curl my toes gulping through the rising heat. The muscles in his back flex, with my every moment, and even though he pretends not to care, the protruding veins in his neck tell me he is aware of my presence in the room. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Crickets buzz in the surroundings as I
The feel of her lips and her taste still lingers in my mouth after twelve hours of sleep. Last night was undoubtedly the best day, night, month, year of my life, and I want to shout to the world that the Queen they all admire belongs to me just me. I look at Adria lying on her bed, in nothing but her long night slip dress. Last night, she passed out between our kisses, and I carried her in here as my desires ached to wake her up and hold her in my arms forever. And as if the deities are playing a game, she looks ethereal today. Beautiful than she had ever been. Her cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on the clear texture of her skin. I prop on my elbow taking in her features, tracing them down my fingers memorizing them in every muscle. Like I can sculpt her even with my eyes closed. I draw my thumb over her bottom lip, as it escapes - bouncing, hitting over her top lip, and my head spins in ecstasy. My head is unable to wrap around the truth t
Max was not joking about the concubine rules. I checked the files we signed, and the rule was overtly mentioned in one of the hundred pages that were placed to protect the rights of the concubines and to make sure they deserve a proper status from every person in the kingdom. I frown at the papers in my hand, as the statement of the rule taunts me. But what affects me the most is the cunning smile of Max standing beside me as he peeks through the writings. I squint my eyes, elbowing him in the stomach, as he groans with pain attracting the attention of both Lycan and Azrael sitting on the opposite side of the room. I roll my eyes at the setup or the game that fate likes to play with me. When I thought everything will be going all right between me and Max, now that I have confessed - we are determined to fall in love with each other all over again. I don't regret it. In fact, I love the idea of loving each other without any underlying reasons, or force, but Max has taken this punishm
The folds of the lake shimmer, as small fairy lamps, illuminate the area with golden glitter. And as the orange in the sky blends with the gray hue, the light slowly blends with the air reaching every small corner across the lake. People flood in amidst the chants of the monk, placing the small fairy lamps in pristine circles to create a safe circle to bless the auspicious day with their wishes and blessings. Looking from afar, tucked in the chambers the entire place looks prepared for someone who is about to marry and dedicate their entire lives to someone, something to signify love, and purity. But all the fuss is about the acceptance and the binding of a person to a royal. Even if it means they lose everything they have. The ritual of bathing was created to ensure that both the people remain untouched by anyone outside for the next five days, and all the body must feel is the presence and the love from the person in the bond. Well, the irony of the situation- nothing about the bo
I walk down the road scattering its golden dust on my feet, the white silk on my gown conflicting, and blending the shades of silver. The path turns narrower, shedding one person each behind my back as we move forward until all that is left is me walking to the center of the lake. My toes dip on the edge of the lake, as it clutches onto the warmth seeping through the fairy lamps, but as I walk forward through the folds of silver the water turns cold sending shivers through me in the cold night. Spectators watch me through the end of thirty -six circles, as heads tip-toe above each other to get a view of the ceremony. I take a deep breath through the chill of the water, as the monk on the edge tells me to stand in the coinciding hexagons. He chants verses, blessings, and prayers, as I dip myself in the water until it reaches my chest. “Dip your head in the water. This will wash you off every touch that you have had until now.”, the monk says, and I dip inside the water. The water sl
I turn on my heels, raising the bottle in the air to hit the person when the bottle gets caught in mid-air, as a hand covers my mouth. My eyes widen in disbelief, as I shrug away from the grasp of Max, standing in front. “Why the hell are you sneaking around?”, I whisper under my breath. His eyes travel on my naked form, tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He gulps, the intensity of it making it audible between the four walls, and I smirk. I place a finger under his chin, tracing his jaw to make him lookup. The green in his eyes turned dark with lust, as I felt the heat in them peeking behind his lashes. “Like what you see”, I say moving closer. His hands snake around my waist, as they burn through my skin at the touch and he pulls me in. My breasts touch his chest, the metal on it pressing cold against my skin. My head dips back at the sensation, as I curl my lips into my mouth to stop from making any sound. Snaking his other arm around my neck, he brings my lips closer t
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