The Princess Slave

Violette POV “Now, there are five rules. Try your best to follow them.. The King won’t be very kind if you break them, and neither will I. And today especially.. he’s not in the best mood.” The head maid said. Today is my first day as a slave, since the King, Viktor announced me yesterday. Never in my life have I ever felt so much like a piece of meat on display. The faces of disgust I saw in the crowd were enough to make me want to crawl into a hole and wither away to nothing. The head maid handed me a box of cleaning supplies, a mop, and broom. We walked down the hall, I ignored the looks I’d received as people saw me. “Rule number 1: you do not go anywhere without the King's approval. You will stay by his side until he says otherwise, and during the nights when you are in your room.” She said. I honestly figured as much, a King's slave isn’t allowed to do much but care for her master. Maybe if I’m good enough, he’ll allow me to work around the castle.. or maybe he won’t even b

Violette POV “What?” I asked. F*ck. I just broke rule number 4, didn’t I? “Did Beatrice not explain you your rules?” He asked. He was standing in the doorway of his office, leaning against the door frame. I snapped my mouth shut and he nodded his head. “She did, I just forgot. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” I said in a low voice. I couldn’t feel his emotions from here.. usually, I’m good about things like that. Everything about him is cold, dark, and expressionless. I couldn’t understand how a person could ever be this way. “Come here.” He demanded. His voice was soft but also aggressive. I don’t know how that happened but he did it. I placed the broom against the wall and walked toward him. “You’ve done well cleaning the room.” He said. I hadn’t noticed I’d even cleaned..I’ve been too.. in my head. Though I could tell he wasn’t in such a bad mood as he was earlier.. but that still worried me. Hopefully, he doesn’t think to reward me.. usually, slaves get rewarded if they’re

Violette POVI had the strangest dream last night. Father was yelling at me after finding out that I’d let Lillian have one of my bows and a necklace.. instead of being forced to have my hands struck 400 times and my back whipped, King Viktor placed his hand on my face and took me away to be safe.I would’ve rather gotten the strikes on my hands, and I have, but it appears my dreams have other ideas.“Miss, you need to wake- oh, you’re already awake.” Beatrice spoke as she walked into my room and opened the curtains. I nodded my head and went to speak when I remembered I wasn’t allowed to. Goddess, I hate this life so much.“You need to get dressed. You’ll be joining the King for breakfast.” She said. What? Breakfast?“Here, they’ve brought your gown. He has a few rules, as we are hosting a breakfast with two other royal families. You are to sit at his feet. You are a slave, and slaves belong at the feet of their Master. You will not speak a word unless King Viktor speaks to you. And

Viktor POV Where is she? I said 2 hours. She’s well over 20 minutes late. I was lenient on her because it was her first few days. But 20 minutes is well over-pushing it. “Loren,” I growled through the mind link. I was finding myself getting angrier with each moment that passed without her entering my chambers. First, she looks at me with such hate.. I don’t understand why I was so bothered, it is nothing out of the ordinary to share of slave. She should be grateful I haven’t allowed several men to take her as they see fit.Second, she snaps at me. I couldn’t believe this girl. I get that she’s not used to being a slave, that she was once a princess who’s only care in the world was what dress she was going to wear for the day.. but that’s still no excuse to speak to her master in such a way.Third.. and last of all, she’s late. She’s disobedient as ever. I will have to put her in her place. “Yes, my King. I have her.” He replied quickly. “Good. Where was she?” I asked. I was on the

Viktor POV Yet another night I find my mind racing with thoughts of her. Thinking about earlier today had my skin on fire. I should’ve never let Richard touch her. The look on her face tugged at something deep inside me and it made my head feel like it would explode. I found myself walking towards her room to watch her, I don’t know what it is.. but being around her calms the voices I was cursed with. A long time ago my family was cursed by a witch hired by Violette's family. She cursed us to live without our mates. From what we know.. we don’t have mates anymore. Or they’re just well hidden from us. My father found his mate before this happened.. so it was just my siblings and me who were cursed. And if we were to find our mates by some off chance, our children would be cursed as well. It was a sick joke that caused a lot of pain and suffering. A life without a mate is a life worth nothing. The curse makes us go crazy the longer we’re without our marked mate, and I’ve already be