Chapter Eighty Seven

So she did and he listened in increasing horror at the manipulation the King did to his own daughter. Her voice was hollow and devoid of feeling as she described the way he made her strip and watch while he pleasured himself. She always excused him by saying he never touched her and he was trying to get her ready for when she was married to Prince Harold. Caspian knew he had to act somehow he had to get the Princess to kiss him she needed his protection but no matter what he tried, jumping onto her knee, and hopping close to her face when she lay on the grass but she did not see him.

The wedding never took place, a week before her eighteenth birthday her hell ended when the Immortals attacked, the war was brief but deadly, and the humans were no match for the mighty Immortals. They were rounded up and held in stations around the world that had been made ready to receive them. Most of the men and all the elderly were disposed of the Immortals had no use for them, any men left were ou