After the regime of her tyrant father who imposed hell on every kingdom, Meandra, Princess of Kingdom Coal is left to bear the brunt of her fathers sin. Each year, she’s to be passed to suffer under each Lord, to be used and battered as they like. Seven Lords. Seven Kingdoms. Seven Hell. Born as a princess, treated less than a slave. Now in her sixth year, Meandra is sent to Lord Alejandro, ruler of the most powerful kingdom and the man her father wronged the most. Exhausted and Broken, she is determined to endure his ruthlessness as he bores hatred for her. But Lord Alejandro is different, he doesn’t care for her indifference, or the lack of emotion in her eyes. He wants her to talk if he commands it, to smile when he wants, and to laugh if he desires hearing one. What would happen in this game of slavery and indifference? Meandra, the princess who has lost her touch of affection, and the man who would make sure to bring it back to her face? What happens when she realizes that every action of him trying to make her bring back her colors is a vendetta that would cost her the one thing she’s badly clinging onto? Find out in this game of vengeance and desire.
View MoreMEANDRA’S POVThe guard's grip on my arm was unyielding, his face contorted with disdain as he propelled me through the dimly lit corridors. My mind was a whirlpool of confusion. First, the Lord had me dressed and refrained from touching me, a stark contrast to what I had known. Then, he had summoned me to inquire about the First Lord. And now, I was being escorted to an unknown destination. I was confused and quite anxious.We arrived at a grand dining hall, one of such overwhelming luxury. The guard gestured tersely toward a chair."Sit!" he commanded, his voice dripping with contempt. Before I could ask questions, a maid approached me, her demeanour polite yet cold. "What would you like to eat?" she inquired.I blinked in surprise. Eating was a luxury I seldom experienced, especially not before completing my assigned tasks. The drum of water remained unfinished, and the thought of punishment instantly materialized in my head."I'm not hungry," I replied cautiously. "Please, I shou
ALEJANDRO’S POVI was certain that I had stopped breathing for a moment. My heart raced within the confines of my chest. I could barely comprehend what was going on in front of me. My gaze lingered on the beautiful swell of her breasts and they trailed down her supple, soft, beautiful, pale skin. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” The words slipped from my lips, harsh and laced with growing frustration, as I tilted my head slightly to the side. My gaze swept over her, taking in every inch of her still, silent figure. But it was her face that held me captive—her expression, which was devoid of any emotion. No fear. No surprise. Not even a hint of hesitation or regret. It was as though she were completely indifferent to everything around her.That hollow, unreadable look in her eyes unsettled me more than anything. Something about it gnawed at me, twisting my insides in a way I couldn’t quite place. Why was she so... blank?I waited, expecting some kind of response, but she re
MEANDRA’S POVA gasp escaped me at the feel of the cold icy sensation that pierced through me. My eyes fluttered open almost immediately and I hurriedly adjusted in a sitting position. My heart was suspended in a state of frenzy and panic. When I was finally able to get a hold of my bearings. I raised my head to look up at the guard that glared at me like I was the filth of the earth. My eyes shut closed for a moment as I tried to regain some composure. I shivered as what was left of my clothes glued to my skin.I was soaked and drenched in ice water. I bit hard on my bottom lip to stop my teeth from going to have to get some sort of control. “Are you just going to keep sitting there or am I going to have to drag you out, my fucking self,” he growled, baring his yellow teeth at me. I was heavy with exhaustion and my muscles screamed in protest as I forced myself to rise up from the ground. This wasn't the time to allow my mind to linger on the exhaustion that threatened to consume
MEANDRA’S POVI winced at the burning sensation that I felt on the palms of my hand. I don't know how much time had passed and I had no idea how much time would be left if I'm done with feeling the drums. I could hear the not so subtle snickers and the cackling of the guards in the background. I knew my hands were probably going to be swollen in the morning but I couldn't find it in me to care. If anything I anticipated the pain that would follow, each time I pulled the fetcher from the well. I could already feel my body becoming weak with exhaustion but I didn't allow myself to linger on the feeling. I don't know how long time had passed but from the look of the moon, I could tell that it was approaching the wee hours of the morning.“Should probably consider taking her in for the night. Been long since I had some entertainment,” I heard one of the guards laugh. Even though I tried to show no emotion, no matter how much I tried to feel nothing. I still felt the cold shudder trav
For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them. But with one thing never to be touched. Just one.———————-PROLOGUE“Get up,” he sneered at the woman curled against the wall, her hair looking so unkept and covering the entirety of her face.Her head moved in a slow motion, her orbs looking so dead as she looked up at him, blinking once before staring into his eyes. For a moment, he let himself
For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them. But with one thing never to be touched. Just one.———————-PROLOGUE“Get up,” he sneered at the woman curled against the wall, her hair looking so unkept and covering the entirety of her face.Her head moved in a slow motion, her orbs looking so dead as she looked up at him, blinking once before staring into his eyes. For a moment, he let himself...
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