Violette POV “What happened?” I asked Lillian as I lay in bed. “I don’t think we should talk about this right now, Princess. You need to get better.” She said nervously. Something about the way she was acting told me I wasn’t going to like whatever it was. “I remember lying in the tub, and then you came back in, and then it’s blurry from there. Did I fall in the bath?” I asked and she shook her head. I was trying to piece together whatever happened.. it’s there on the tip of my tongue but for some reason I couldn’t remember it. “No.. and I didn’t come back.” She said. “Yes, you.. you were massaging my scalp then.. then you.. shoved my head under the water..” I looked at her warily as it slowly came back to me. “No, Princess! It wasn’t me, I would never! It was Gregor!” She shrieked in horror. “Gregor? But he would never do that to Father.” I shook my head. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and held my hand to it, Lillian noticed instantly and got up to make my herb drink. “Violet
Violette POV A couple weeks later “You really are good at this!” Ms Beatrice praised my writing skills. We are working on invitations for a ball they have every year. The previous queen came up with the idea and they haven’t done it since the royal family death. But, this year the King thought it would be a good idea to help the Kingdom go somewhat back to normal. “I used to write all the time. I always had so much to say but now i can never think of anything.” I said as I followed the pre-made invitation. “Do you have dreams or nightmares?” She asked. “Always.” I let out a small chuckle. “Write about those. Sometimes, our dreams tell us things that we usually cant see. I write about mine and It lifts weight off my shoulders daily.” She said with a smile. She was being nice to me, something I’ve realized she does more often. I think maybe she’s warming up to me, but I still have doubts. “Maybe, I will.” I replied. I’ve been writing on invitations for hours, my hands cramped
Viktor POV “My King, what a lovely slave..” King Gatlin said. His mate stared angrily at Violette who hadn’t done a thing. She was just there.. existing quietly as she took in the room around her. “She is, isn’t she?” I asked as I brushed a piece of her soft, white hair over her shoulder. Tonight, I will be breaking in my slave. Though.. she’s probably already broken in so it won’t be much fun. The thought stills excited me, though. “She has very nice breasts.” Gatlin praised them. She wore a white sheer gown that tied in the breasts. You could see every outline of her body. It’s not slave attire, but I enjoyed looking at her in it. “A bit cheap looking, if you ask me.” Gatlin's mate grunted unpleasantly. She clearly didn’t like the fact that her mate was interested in my slave. “Oh Mary, you’re just upset your breasts aren’t perky like that anymore. Go get a drink.” Gatlin grumbled. How mates could ever treat each other like that completely baffles me. Mates are to be cherished
Viktor POV “Will you excuse me?” I asked. Amelia nodded her head and I pulled away as I scanned the room for my slave. Did I not tell her not to move? When I get my hands on her.. I will make her regret it. She’s the most disrespectful, disobedient slave I’ve ever met in my life. I followed her scent outside of the ballroom and down a hall. I noticed something strange about it. Something unsettling. As I walked further down the hall, I heard muffled screams and other sounds. “You’re disgusting get off of me!” She screamed. I stood outside the door listening. “You were supposed to be mine until I found my mate. I’ve always wanted you, Princess. You must’ve known.” Richards's voice made my skin crawl. Could this man be any more vile? I’ll have to teach him a lesson for putting his hands on my slave. “I’ve known you my entire life! You’re disgusting! I saw you as family, but you’re just horrible! I would never be with you! I will never be with anyone but my mate when I find whoever
Violette POV“Violette, your tone.” He growled lightly. I knew I was pushing it, but I was livid with him. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry.” I said. I didn’t mean it though. I was not meant to be a slave. I hated him with my entire being.. he’s nothing but a monster like his Father. He’s punishing me for speaking up against a man who was trying to seduce me? Is that not just laughable? “You’re really bad at being a slave. You do realize that right? If I were anyone else you would be dead.” He said. So why the hell haven’t you killed me then? I wanted so badly to attack him and hurt him.. but I knew I would be no match for him. “Yes, Master. I will try to do better.” I said. Somehow I would find a way out of this place. And I would find my mate and we would run away. Until then, I just need to avoid being broken in. “Come here.” He growled. I slowly walked across his office where he was sitting at his desk. I stopped at the front of his desk and looked at him warily. “Closer. And take off
Violette POV It’s been a few days since I got punished by the King. My bottom isn’t as sore, with Lillian's healing paste it seems to be doing great. Even with the silver collar keeping me from shifting along with the daily wolfsbane.. I’m healing pretty well. “The King permitted for you to pick how you get your wolfsbane today, miss.” Ms. Beatrice said. She held in front of me a metal tray. On the left was a syringe, which is what I’ve been getting. I’ve always had a fear of them so the cup of wolfsbane-soaked water on the right looked much more appealing to me. “I shall drink it,” I said and reached for the cup. When the smell hit my nose I swear my nose hairs burned as well as my sinuses and lungs. “That’s goddess-awful.” I groaned. “Ahh, just be quick about it. Might not be so bad.” She said. I cocked an eyebrow at her and chuckled.“Sorry.. I don’t think I’ve ever taken wolfsbane.” She said. My Father made me take daily doses. At first, they were small, then we gradually bu
Violette POV “I-I.. I’m sorry, Master. I know it must be a hard day for you.” I said in a low voice. My eyes met his deadly ones.. butterflies erupted in my stomach and I quickly looked away. “It is indeed.” He growled. He believes my Father did it.. and now.. I don’t even know what I believe. I just know that important lives were lost in this war between our families. And it started with the death of his younger brother. I’m an only child, I couldn’t imagine having younger siblings. Let alone to lose them. So I couldn’t even imagine what pain he feels when they cross his mind. If it was anything like losing a mother.. It almost for a moment made me feel horrible. Until I remembered that his Father is the one who killed my Mother.. “Did your Father ever talk about that day?” He asked. I could tell he was on the verge of hurting me.. I needed to be very careful in what I say. I tried to think back.. but the only time I can think of my Father mentioning it is when he got accused. I
Violette POV “Have you finished with the linens?” Ms. Beatrice asked. “Yes, ma’am. I’ve finished all of my duties.” I said. She eyes me suspiciously but it was no lie. I’ve finished everything. “You may join Lillian in the gardens, then.” She finally nodded her head. She’s done this to me every day. I believe I’ve actually caught her trying to see for herself whether it’s actually me cleaning or someone else. She was watching me from a doorway, just examining me as I cleaned. When I turned around she tried to hide herself but I had already seen her. I thought it was funny and smiled before going right back to work. Now today, I’ve found her following me around everywhere I go. “Thank you, Ms. Beatrice.” I gave her a soft smile and quickly took off. I walked down the hall and quickly turned a corner, accidentally bumping into something hard and warm. Please, no. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself to be hit because I knew immediately who it was. His scent hit me like a tr