All Chapters of The Tyrant’s Broken Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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 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

MEANDRAMy eyes fluttered open slightly. I was not as weary and exhausted as I was before. Maybe I had gotten more sleep than usual. Normally, It would be a good thing but at this point, I'm just wondering why I had to sleep in for so long or why I was just allowed to.I caught sight of Alejandro and a woman talking and I quickly closed my eyes so I could listen in on whatever they were talking about.“She seems to be recovering slowly but there are signs of forced penetration from her last sexual encounter and lingering signs of an infection as well,” she sighed. Silence lingered for a moment.“But I'll look into further and we should be able to get it treated in the space of a week and some days,” the doctor assured Alejandro.“If you're planning to be intimate with her. She should be fully recovered anytime soon,” she said. The thought of Alejandro wanting to have sex with me, made my breath get caught in my throat.The thought of being in the same space or room with him always ma

MEANDRAMy fingers stung with the bruises that were inflicted on them. The more I tugged at the rope holding the fetcher, the more intense the pain felt but I didn't mind. My mind was completely absent from the pain that I felt.It was occupied by something completely different. I was caught in-between feeling gratitude and confusion.To be honest, I hate feeling. The thought of being grateful to Alejandro didn't exactly sit well with me and I found thoughts spiralling. Why did he defend? His hatred for me was so intense that I was convinced that he was going to be much more cruel than the other lords but everytime I expected something from him, he did the exact opposite, leaving me surprised and confused.If it wasn't a warm bed, it was good food. If it wasn't good food, it was a comfortable bed and if it wasn't a comfortable bed, it was a doctor. I had no idea what to believe.My hands were swollen and were barely able to move but I forced myself to move them anyway. I was tired and