All Chapters of Letharia: Married By Tribute: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Letharia's POV I ran past the sun-struck buildings with a gun in my left hand and a bag of food in the right. I looked past my shoulder to see one man chasing me until his very last breath. I grabbed my gun, turned around, and shot 3 rounds of bullets, each one hitting his chest. I stopped running; I then walked back, taking the camera from my back pocket, taking a picture of the man I killed, innocent or not. But no one is innocent in Xoria, not even the children; the kingdom has been corrupted for centuries, king after king, dictator after dictator. The rich kill the poor, and the poor kill those they get their hands on for revenge, or food. Crime runs rapidly through the streets, but who do the people blame? The King. I reshot the man for the last time to make sure he was dead. The shots echoed through the str

Letharia’s POV ________________ The poor had gathered outside the television store windows, gathered around by guards to view the execution. If the poor couldn’t afford to go to the colosseum gaurds dragged them out of their homes to watch a dictator cut off the head of someone who had shed no blood, stealing for his family to survive. Sometimes it was a person who helped those captured girls who had turned into palace slaves to escape or someone who fed the occasional prisoners who criminals meant to die. That man wasn’t going to die today. I backed away from the crowd, sneaking into a dark alley, climbing onto the ladder, and onto the roof. I then descended another later onto the roof of an abandoned church, sneaking inside. I spotted Jessi by the stained glass windows. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this…” he mumbled, sound enough for me to hear. We st

Letharia’s POV _____________ I took a deep breath, and Aven was nowhere in the room to be found.  I looked in between my legs to see if he had left anything. I passed out after he gave me that syringe. He didn’t do anything to me, but why? After he was so eager to do so, he left me naked in his bed. I stood up and grabbed one of Aven’s shirts. I wouldn't say I liked his smell and the scent he left on his shirts of rich cologne. I wore one of his shorts. I opened his room door to see a flurry of servants going left and right along with guards outside the doors of the nobles, including Aven’s door. The guard bowed to me as he spotted me. “Hello my lady I am sir Galloway I must escort you to your stylist before your RMC council meeting.” I noticed all the stairways and long hallways and pictures of the kings along the palace walls. I was quite the entire ti

"Th-That was my mistake-", Aven pulled away from me. Aven stared at me with blank eyes, I closed my eyes in fear he might hit me but instead I felt a tugging sensation on my lip. My head tilted slightly, by impulse I had kissed Aven back. I then felt his touch disappear, I opened my eyes to see Aven staring at me with his hands in his pockets "I will ask my Father to cancel the execution at once, do not leave this room". I sat there in shock, free from handcuffs, one kiss may earn me my freedom back, what could my whole body do? I somehow wondered if I may have accidentally put him in a trance, what if this was one of the powerful magicks my mother had possessed. I sat there looking around his room from my spot in the corner next to Aven's bed. I noticed how he had no photos of his Mother and Father, his room looked quite plain even I would decorate with newspaper scraps and collages. Aven only had one photo of a cat sitting on a woman's lap, I couldn't tell if it was his mo

“Shouldn’t we do this on our honeymoon?”, I asked taking off my dress.  Aven scoffed, giving me a smirk, “Press your stomach against the bed, and I’ll do all the work.” I sat on his bed facing him. “What am I to you? A pretty trophy or a convenient sex toy”. Aven looked at me. “I have plenty of toys that I play with, but I want you right now.” “Why?” I raised a brow. He sighed. “No more questions lay on your stomach.” I took off my undergarments and showed Aven my bare breasts. “Isn’t that better than laying on my stomach?” “Much better,” he approached m