Her sins

Raphael returned back from another failed search. He is searching for the medicine to help his mother, but he cannot find anything. He is tired and frustrated. His anger is raising as time passed by and they couldn't find anything to help the Queen. 

As he stepped inside the palace, everyone scurried out of his way. He walked towards his chamber with long purposeful strides. The moment he stepped inside his chamber, her mouthwatering scent hit his nostrils. 

He hates her with every fiber of his being. But still her scent and body makes me intoxicated. 

She is everywhere in his chamber. Her scent is everywhere and he can see that she cleaned his room like a good little slave. He heard the sound of water running inside the bathroom. He banged the door open, making her jump with fright.

Valerie felt him before she heard him. His raw power threatened to consume her as a whole the moment he entered his chamber. Her body tensed and after a moment, the half-closer bathroom door banged into the wall as he opened it wider. It made her jump with fright. That's when she felt it. His anger. He is angry and that is not new to her. But nowadays his anger is rising and she is scared more than ever. 

Before she could understand what is happening, he erased the distance between them in two long strides and buried his palm in her frizzy locks. He pulled her head back angrily.

"I am asking you again, what kind of poison have you given my mother? What is its cure?" he demanded. 

Her eyes welled up with tears. His hold is too tight and she is feeling as if he is going to rip her head away from her body.

"I swear on everything I hold dear. I don't know. I didn't do anything. I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Please believe me" she begged him for mercy. But he cannot unsee what he already saw. He saw her with the bloody saber that she used to hurt his mother.

Honesty is shining from her eyes. He wanted to believe that it is someone else whom he saw drenched in his mother's blood that night. But that would be a lie. His heart threatened to go soft over her. But he shook himself off and roughly pushed her away. She slipped and fell in the bathtub full of water. She struggled in the water for a while before she found her bearing and pulled her head out of the water. 

She looked at him with terror and hastily hauled herself out of the tub. She is shivering with fear.

"Now get the hell out of my sight. You better be ready by the time I come out" he roughly pushed her out of the bathroom. She slipped and fell hard on the floor. On instinct, his hand moved to stop her from falling. But he cursed himself and banged the door closed with anger.

Valarie is biting her lips hard to stop herself from crying out with pain. She knows he wouldn't like it. So she is trying not to anger him more than he already is. She peeled herself out of the floor. She looked at her elbows and knees, which are bruised from the fall.

She limped out of the chamber to bring cleaning supplies to clean the water puddle which pooled because of her wet clothes. He would be angry if he comes out and finds it. Quickly she cleaned the mess before putting the supplies away. 

The sound of the running water stopped, which made her eyes pool with tears. 

'Be ready by the time I come out ' his demand made her feel nauseated and cheap. Slowly she began to peel her wet clothes off her body. Initially, she used to cry and wail and resisted this part of her humiliation so much. But he ripped her clothes off her body and forced her to walk out of his chamber to the servant quarters draped in a blanket. 

He ripped her dignity and self-respect into shreds that day. She now knows not to make it worst than it already is. She is scared that he might take her innocence if she angers him more. 

By the time he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips, she is standing outside without a shred of clothes on her body. Her hands loosely hanging to her sides, even though the urge to cover herself is strong. Her gaze trained on the floor. He is the first man to see her like this. 

Raphael's eyes darkened when he looked at her perfect body. She hides her face from everyone, but he always orders her to tie her hair into a tight bun at the nape of her head. He likes to look at her face when she is serving him. She is thin, but she has curves in the right places. Her body is like a wet dream to every man. Her features are soft and angelic. Her naturally pink lips and silky soft skin doesn't need any makeup or a cream to highlight her features. He noticed that her wounds are slowly fading. She is not healing as fast as she should.

He cannot feel her dragon and she never shifted into her beast form. He is under the impression that she is weak and belongs to the bottom of the hierarchy without a dragon. Her status is just more than a weak human. At times he thinks that she might be a human.

"Get to work" he snapped angrily. He feels like this is a test of his willpower. The goddess must be testing him on how much self-restraint he has. He is feeling like he should be called a saint. 

She jumped a little with fright and began to apply some oils to his body. Her hands shook when she began to apply the scented oils near his manly parts. Her touch is enough to make him hard. His beast is demanding him to bend her over and take her. But he would never do that to any women against her will. He has to find another way to compel her into telling the truth.

She fed him his dinner, before giving him a massage. Her breasts grazed his shoulders every now and then when she leaned down to massage him, but she pulled back as if that simple touch burned her. 

He laid down on the bed and waited for her to join him. She hesitated for a while before she laid down on the bed as far away from him as possible. But he yanked her closer, by holding her by her throat.

"This is how you keep your master warm, slave" he sneered.

Her whole body shuddered with fear, which he ignored.