Semua Bab The Princess Slave: Bab 21 - Bab 30

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 “The king requests you in his chambers.” Ms. Beatrice said. I sighed heavily and stood up. I’d done well these last few days, only just bumping into him yesterday. I wonder if he was angry about it. “Yes, ma’am. Should I head off to clean myself first?” I asked. I dusted off my servants gown, it’s clean.. I’ve just been cleaning in it so I smell heavily of chemicals. “No, he requests you immediately.” She said. I nodded my head and began making my way there. I’d come to remember the layout of the castle quite well in these recent weeks. I found the best spots with the best views, the spot with the most sunlight, and the spot with the least people.. If the people weren’t so awful, this could’ve been a place I enjoyed. I haven’t felt many pains recently. Which has made my days brighter than ever. Though, when I do have them, they’re breathtakingly painful.. Ms. Beatrice has yet to find out what’s causing it, but she feels like she’s getting close to something and that

Violette POV “Dear Goddess, Violette! You’re burning up!” Sylvia’s voice was shaky and loud. “Already? She wasn’t running a fever just a few minutes ago. Alright, Violette. Take this, it’s stronger than the other mixture I gave you.” Ms. Beatrice said. She handed me a cup of hot liquid. I swear to the Moon Goddess the smell of it singed my nose hairs. I quickly chugged the contents. It burned my throat with a force and made me choke out. Lillian placed her hand on my stomach to console me, but I writhed in pain at her touch. My stomach is on fire. “What’s wrong?” Ms. Beatrice asked. She lifted up my dress and gasped loudly. Lillian looked and then her face turned white from whatever she was seeing. “Goddess.. why is she so bruised?” Sylvia asked. “Bruised? What do you mean?” I asked as I tried to move to see. I fell backward in pain. What is wrong with me? “Give me a moment.. I think.. I think I might know exactly what this is. I’ve only seen it one other time.” Ms. Beatrice qui

Violette POV My eyes fluttered open and I looked around. I saw Lillian and Sylvia sitting beside the bed chatting in low voices. Their eyes snapped in my direction when I winced in pain as I tried to move. “Violette!” Sylvia’s voice was shaky and breathless. “Sylvia.. why are you being so loud? I’m right here, and I’m not deaf.” I asked. A small smile formed on my face, despite my throbbing headache. “I’m sorry. I was worried.. I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon. Ms. Beatrice found something that will make the pain almost nonexistent now that she knows what’s causing it.” She said. She helped me sit up and Ms. Beatrice came into my sight. She handed me a cup and without hesitation, and I quickly dumped the contents down my throat. Almost instantly I began to feel so much better. “I told the king..” Ms. Beatrice said. My heart thudded hard and fast in my chest. “You.. what? Loren gave me a week.” I began to cry, I was terrified of his reaction and I wasn’t sure why. “I didn’

Violette POV Good Goddess. Why do I feel so good? He pulled his finger back, then slid it right back in. My toes curled at the sensation as he curled his finger inside me. My thighs were slick with my juices, and he let out a low growl of approval. With his foot, he pushed my legs farther apart. I rested on my elbows, my heart thudding hard in my chest with every movement of his hand. He slid his finger out, then ran it along my slit until he found that spot that made my legs shake. I was never taught much about.. sex. With my mother gone, the only women I had around were the maids. And only a few of them had found their mates.. and we were never THAT close.. close enough to talk about these things. I didn’t know words for things other than virtue, breasts, core, and what I’d heard a few men call a virtue.. a pussy. But I’d always thought that word was.. odd, and I’d never referred to my virtue as that before. I wish I’d known more. He rubbed in circles making my legs shake and I