SOMEWHERE IN SALEM. "Get the big bowl, Sally dear." The older woman's voice came from the sitting room. "Coming, Mrs. Menah." Sally carried the big bowl to the living room, and the older woman took it gratefully. "Come, join us eat." Mrs. Menah gave her a kind smile. "In a minute, Mrs. Menah." Sally went back to the kitchen. She sat down on the small chair there, her eyes looking around, taking in her surrounding. She's been here for a few days over one week. These good old couples she was giving to are the kindest of people. They treat her right as if she's a member of their family when she's only their helping hand. She's no longer a slave, but a help. Now, she gets paid for the simplest things. This is the best life ever for a girl that was born a slave. She's supposed to be happy. But she's not. Not at all.  
The crowd cheered King Phillip on as he announced that he wanted to take Danika first. Danika swallowed down the panic and humiliation she's feeling and tried to detach herself from the present. When the king started playing with the strap of her flimsy top, she wanted to scream 'No' but the words caught on her throat, and couldn't get past it. She took steps backward without knowing that she moved. His displeasure showed on his face. His hand shot out to her chain collar and he dragged her back. "Behave," he commanded curtly. Danika nodded, not wanting more punishment to befall her. He let go of her straps, but instead, he dipped his hand under her short skirt. He caressed her underwear, and Danika felt like vomiting. "Get the clothes outta the way, Phillip. We've got to see." Moreh grunted, t
Danika kept clutching and following him as they walked out of the Royal Court until he got to his chambers and walked into it. Alone with her, he locked the door. Turned and faced her, more formidable than ever. "Thank you so much f---" She began. "To the table. Do not lie on it. Just give me your back." He commanded in a curt voice, his expressionless darker than ever. Danika did what he said, her body shaking with the adrenaline of what almost happened in the court...what he saved her from. She was all too grateful to do what he asked. She held the table with trembling hands and closed her eyes. He came up behind her and worked her finger into her experimentally. He frowned harder because she's not wet, not even from all the erotic plays in the Royal Court. Danika doesn't know where he produce
"Someone wants to see you, Your Highness." Chad announced, coming into Lucien's room. He was tying up the imperial letters he's finished writing. He looked up to Chad, "Who is it?" Chad shifted uncomfortably. "She refused to leave. We've tried everything possible to get the girl to go but she refused, saying she must see the King. She's adamant and very persistent." "Mmh..." Lucien rubbed his jaw in thought and frowned. Then, he got up and took strides towards the door, "Let me see who this girl is." Chad followed him and together, they walked through the big halls of the Royal Palace towards the entrance of it. Servants and maids bowed to him as he passed, and some threw out their greetings respectively. Once he entered the hallway that led to the entrance, he heard the commotion. The guards forcing a girl to leave and the gi
Danika arrived at the King's Chambers at exactly five minutes. She knocked, and at the voiced approval of the King, she entered. As usual, he sat behind the desk scribbling down on a scroll. He didn't spare her a glance when she entered. "Kneel." He inked the tip of his feathers. Danika's knees sank to the ground and her head lowered. "Come here." She walked on her knees towards him. When she got beside him, her knees were hurting a little. But she's determined to be good. He raised the written scroll and dropped it gently aside. He picked up a fresh one, "Strip." Her hands shot out in front of her and she started undoing the buttons of the uniform. She took them one after the other until finally, it all came undone. She lifted the clothes from her head and dropped them to
The night was almost falling. Vetta watched Danika as she drew water from the pit. There was no one there, and Vetta was feeling really angry just staring at her. How can someone in a plain slave uniform, look like royalty even without trying? It angered Vetta really well. She has to work hard in looking like the mistress she is. Sometimes, she looks at the mirror and she sees the slave she's always been. No. She's no longer that girl. She isn't! She watched as Danika carried the pot of water on her head and started walking. As she got closer to Vetta, she came out of the shadows and placed a leg on the path. Danika stumbled on it and fell. The pot broke to pieces and she winced, scrapping her elbow on the ground. Vetta bent down and grabbed hold of her hair. "Watch where you're going, Slave!" She snarled. &nb
1851 word(s) Published 12 Danika was sleeping but she knew the exact moment when she was no longer alone. She'd locked her door, and only one person has the key to open her lock. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the door. Lucien stood there, his face as cold and as unreadable as always. Danika felt something different at that moment. A chill went down her spine. The hatred he has for her is back in his eyes. Not that it ever abated, but still. "Get up and strip." He groaned, his voice as always wasn't raised. Adrenaline filled her body. She sat up and raised her nightclothes above her head with trembling hands. Her flimsy underthings followed right after her nightclothes. Naked, she stared at him, a little scared. He looked more terrifying and formidable than always. "Lie on the bed and
Danika fell sick. It took three days before she started getting better. Baski was the person to come to her room the next morning, she found her in the exact position she laid in. The woman had helped her out of bed and helped her to take a bath, she was running high on fever. Afterward, she'd helped her use herbal portions. She explained each one to her. The one that soothes the body, the one that heals wounds. The one that calms the body, the one that drives pain away, the one that takes away fever and so many others. Danika was able to open her mouth to ask a disturbing question. "W-What about...herbal