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The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 47
MEANDRAThe silence in the room was thick, almost suffocating, pierced only by the sound of heavy, uneven breathing — mine.Then came the sharp crack of a door slamming.I flinched violently.The sudden noise echoed through the quiet, jolting my already-frayed nerves. My head snapped to the side, eyes darting toward the source of the sound.The bathroom door — just slightly ajar now — glowed faintly from the light inside. He had gone in there. I saw his silhouette disappear behind the frame, followed by the hush of running water.I looked away facing the door.I blinked, letting out a shaky breath, though it did little to calm me. If anything, the air tasted stale and bitter, like I was breathing in guilt.My shoulders sagged with relief, but it was short-lived.My hands still trembled.The fear hadn’t yet worn off. I could feel it in the way my fingertips twitched when I tried to brush my hair out of my face.I was trying to gather myself, to feel normal, but my body refused to obey.
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MEANDRAI took in multiple breaths, finally being able to breathe properly. The hallway outside Alejandro’s room was silent, filled with only the thud of my footsteps as I rushed away. The air felt thinner here, less suffocating than the thick tension I’d just escaped. But I wasn’t steady yet.My mind still reeled from the sight of Jasquire, her calculated smile, the way Alejandro had shoved her hand away — the sound of it still echoed behind my ribs. I moved down the hallway with slow, measured steps, the worn floorboards creaking faintly beneath my feet.Would she come after me? My mind was still stuck on what had happened, wondering..Would Jasquire storm down that hallway, furious and entitled, simply because she had seen me with him? My mind circled around the image—her eyes narrowing, lips twisting in that too-sweet smile that never quite reached her gaze. I had seen that look before.I didn’t even realize I had stopped walking until I felt the cold bite of air on my skin. M
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MEANDRAHis loud, hasty footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder with every passing second. Relief swelled in my chest like a tide. I knew that sound better than I knew my own name.Alejandro.I bent over Belle. Her head lolled slightly, her breath shallow but wrong—too slow, too forced, like her body had to remember how to keep going.“Alejandro is coming,” I whispered, voice catching in my throat. I reached out, brushing back a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead, then gently tapped her cheek with the tips of my fingers. “Hey, stay with me, Belle. He’s almost here, alright? You’re going to be fine. I promise.”Her eyelids fluttered. She didn’t speak, butshe moved her head in a sluggish nod. A low, airy hum slipped through her lips—a soft, desperate sound that nearly shattered me. Her eyes weren’t completely shut. She was trying.Trying so hard not to give in. To stay awake. To stay alive.The door behind us banged open.Alejandro burst in, his chest heaving, his ey
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JASQUIREImmediately after stepping out of the room, my heart began racing and it became hard to hide my expression. The weight of what had just happened still pressed down on my chest. I walked quickly but not too quickly, careful not to draw attention to myself. My feet barely made a sound against the old wooden floor.“Father,” I called softly, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I glanced around, hoping no one had heard me. “Father...” I repeated, a little louder this time.I hesitated when I heard the sound—a faint shuffle. My breath caught mid-step. It came from behind me, close, too close. Every instinct screamed for me to turn around, to see who—or what—was there. But I didn’t.I forced myself to remain still, eyes fixed aheadTurning too quickly would only confirm suspicion. Whoever was behind me might already be watching, waiting for that one flinch, that one giveaway glance. So I stayed rigid, pretending not to notice.I shifted slightly, just enough to seem casual.My
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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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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
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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
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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
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JASQUIREImmediately after stepping out of the room, my heart began racing and it became hard to hide my expression. The weight of what had just happened still pressed down on my chest. I walked quickly but not too quickly, careful not to draw attention to myself. My feet barely made a sound against the old wooden floor.“Father,” I called softly, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I glanced around, hoping no one had heard me. “Father...” I repeated, a little louder this time.I hesitated when I heard the sound—a faint shuffle. My breath caught mid-step. It came from behind me, close, too close. Every instinct screamed for me to turn around, to see who—or what—was there. But I didn’t.I forced myself to remain still, eyes fixed aheadTurning too quickly would only confirm suspicion. Whoever was behind me might already be watching, waiting for that one flinch, that one giveaway glance. So I stayed rigid, pretending not to notice.I shifted slightly, just enough to seem casual.My
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 49
MEANDRAHis loud, hasty footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder with every passing second. Relief swelled in my chest like a tide. I knew that sound better than I knew my own name.Alejandro.I bent over Belle. Her head lolled slightly, her breath shallow but wrong—too slow, too forced, like her body had to remember how to keep going.“Alejandro is coming,” I whispered, voice catching in my throat. I reached out, brushing back a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead, then gently tapped her cheek with the tips of my fingers. “Hey, stay with me, Belle. He’s almost here, alright? You’re going to be fine. I promise.”Her eyelids fluttered. She didn’t speak, butshe moved her head in a sluggish nod. A low, airy hum slipped through her lips—a soft, desperate sound that nearly shattered me. Her eyes weren’t completely shut. She was trying.Trying so hard not to give in. To stay awake. To stay alive.The door behind us banged open.Alejandro burst in, his chest heaving, his ey
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 48
MEANDRAI took in multiple breaths, finally being able to breathe properly. The hallway outside Alejandro’s room was silent, filled with only the thud of my footsteps as I rushed away. The air felt thinner here, less suffocating than the thick tension I’d just escaped. But I wasn’t steady yet.My mind still reeled from the sight of Jasquire, her calculated smile, the way Alejandro had shoved her hand away — the sound of it still echoed behind my ribs. I moved down the hallway with slow, measured steps, the worn floorboards creaking faintly beneath my feet.Would she come after me? My mind was still stuck on what had happened, wondering..Would Jasquire storm down that hallway, furious and entitled, simply because she had seen me with him? My mind circled around the image—her eyes narrowing, lips twisting in that too-sweet smile that never quite reached her gaze. I had seen that look before.I didn’t even realize I had stopped walking until I felt the cold bite of air on my skin. M
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 47
MEANDRAThe silence in the room was thick, almost suffocating, pierced only by the sound of heavy, uneven breathing — mine.Then came the sharp crack of a door slamming.I flinched violently.The sudden noise echoed through the quiet, jolting my already-frayed nerves. My head snapped to the side, eyes darting toward the source of the sound.The bathroom door — just slightly ajar now — glowed faintly from the light inside. He had gone in there. I saw his silhouette disappear behind the frame, followed by the hush of running water.I looked away facing the door.I blinked, letting out a shaky breath, though it did little to calm me. If anything, the air tasted stale and bitter, like I was breathing in guilt.My shoulders sagged with relief, but it was short-lived.My hands still trembled.The fear hadn’t yet worn off. I could feel it in the way my fingertips twitched when I tried to brush my hair out of my face.I was trying to gather myself, to feel normal, but my body refused to obey.
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 46
MeandraI snapped my eyes open. My eyebrows furrowed immediately I stared up at the unfamiliar lights above my head. I didn’t have these types of lights in my room.A deep, uneasy feeling stirred inside me. I wiggled my fingers, clenching them tightly into fists and then relaxing them, trying to gain control of my body, trying to make everything feel real.Everything started coming back to me in fragments, flooding my mind in blurry flashes. Panic gripped my chest as I struggled to push myself into a sitting position.I passed out... I remembered that much.I had been holding onto someone — someone warm, someone breathing — but who? Who could that have been? My mind raced, trying to piece the puzzle together, as my eyes wandered around the familiar yet unfamiliar room.Everything wasn’t exactly clear, but it wasn’t blurry either — just a sickening, foggy in-between.My head pounded, every throb sending sharp waves of pain through my temples. But despite the hammering inside my skull,
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 45
ALEJANDROShe almost dropped to her knees but I caught her.“Meandra,” I called, my voice sharp as I shook her to get her attention. To snap her out of this madness. She had never been this close and to think she was comfortable enough to press her body against mine.She made me run mad when she’s not by me, filling my thoughts now she’s taking up my personal space. Unbelievable.“Meandra,” I shook her.She didn’t move.Not even a twitch.I lowered my head to look at her. Her eyebrows twitched, furrowed for a second before slowly relaxing, as though she had fought with the last strength she had to stay awake.To let another person be in control of her body.“Meandra,” I shook her once more but her eyes didn’t snap open, nor did she fight. She just stayed there, her head dropping backwards, her hands at her sides. As I shook her, her body moved like a puppet whose strings were cut off.For one heart-stopping second, I just stared.She’s unconscious.Then instinct roared to life.Carefu
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 44
MEANDRAThe night grew quickly and so did the sudden pain in my chest. My heart had refused to calm but quickened. I felt like something was about to go wrong but everywhere had been quiet so far. Calm even.Too calm and too quiet.So much so that I would gasp at every sound and strain my ears, waiting to hear something. Anything.Ever since I had confronted Alejandro about Steven’s sudden departure, a heavy, suffocating weight had settled over my chest.It grew heavier with each passing hour, pressing down until even breathing became a conscious effort. I found myself wishing — desperately wishing — that I had never gone to him at all. His words, cold and cutting like winter blades, still echoed in the hollows of my mind.“Your words could get you killed,” he had said, his voice devoid of warmth.But strangely, that wasn’t what made my palms sweat and my hands tremble even now. That wasn’t what made my legs feel as though they had turned to stone, each step heavier than the last, nor
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 43
JASQUIREI walked down the hallway, heading down the direction of my father’s room. The hallway stretched long, dimly lit before me.Two guards appeared up ahead. They strolled at a slow pace, talking in hushed voices, steps lazy.I recognized them vaguely—Daniel and Jordan, two of the younger men in the rotation, barely older than me but always acting like they were the best.Which they clearly weren’t.They weren’t my concern. Not really. Still, something in me stiffened.I measured my steps. Not too fast, not too slow. I couldn’t afford to look hurried, and certainly not afraid.The air was thick with suspicion lately, and everyone seemed to be watching—especially now that Steven had left, it stirred up more gossip than you could think of.If only he kept his damn mouth shut.I kept my gaze forward, willing myself to look disinterested, as if I didn’t even see them. I hoped to pass without a care in the world.Just a few more steps.But then, I felt it. The eyes on me like they had
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 42
MEANDRA“I haven’t seen Steven. Is he okay?” Belle asked. Her tone startled me. I paused with my fingers mid-twist, the thick strands of her hair coiled in my hand as I tried to wrap them into a neat bun at the top of her head.The question hung in the room like smoke. My hands resumed their motion, slower now. The silence filled up the space between us. My throat tightened, but I swallowed the lump before I spoke.“He’s taking care of his wife,” I informed her, not wanting to reveal anything. She was just a kid, I couldn’t burden her with stuff like this. “Why?” I asked, curious as to why she brought his name up.“I know what happened,” she revealed. She turned to face me, and I paused my actions, looking at her furrowed eyebrows. “I heard the maids talking about it. They gossip a lot,” she added, turning back to look at the mirror.I parted my lips to speak, but I had no words.“Shantai didn’t tell me either. She thinks I’m just a kid. Everyone does,” she added, lowering her head. T
