GERALD
Flames of rage flickered in my eyes, consumed by thoughts of being betrayed and deceived. The sight of Valerie in Amelia's room had ignited a fierce storm of distrust within me. What wicked schemes were they hatching? I wondered, while my back was turned.
In my mind's eye, I had imagined them huddled together, rumoring secrets and casting sneaky glances in my direction.
A dark desire, bubbling within my soul, urged me to take action against Valerie, to punish her for the imagined taunts and betrayal.
But reality tethered my hands, reminding me of her indispensable role in the palace and her delectable dishes that graced my table.
Thus, torn between seething hatred and begrudging admiration, I stood at a crossroads of conflicting emotions. Valerie had held me captive with her culinary sorcery. A paradox of wickedness and virtue that left me torn between my primal urges and my political prudence.
I kept wondering and thinking of what action to take next. What could be her motive towards Amelia and me? Maybe I should suspend her for a while. No, that won't be a good idea since nobody could make a meal as delicious as hers. I'll just keep a close eye on her.
I was still deep in my thoughts when a maid came to call my attention to Amelia who was screaming in pain inside her room.
"Your Highness," she called out as she prostrated before me, breathing heavily.
"Princess Amelia might be in some kind of trouble. She is screaming vehemently in her room." She reported, her voice breaking. I wasn't bothered, she could die if she wanted to.
"You may leave," I ordered, taking a sip from the dark coffee on the round table in front of me.
The noise intensified as I could hear Amelia's scream from my chambers. I quickly rushed out to her room to check up on her. I opened the door curiously and dived in almost immediately, but to my surprise, she was not in any kind of pain, she probably just wanted to attract passers-by with her screams.
"What's going on here?" I queried, with so much rage in my voice. If at all this was a joke, then I wouldn't take it lightly with her. She sat up on the bed as she kept fidgeting in fear at my presence. With the way she panicked and remained mute to my question, it was obvious her screaming was only a false alarm as I had thought.
There was no point questioning her further, "Guards!" I yelled outrightly and a good number of the palace guards summoned themselves into the room, with heads bowed to the ground.
"Bind her up in chains and lock her up. Make sure the doors to this room are firmly shut." I ordered and took my leave, paying no heed to her silly cry.
She had tricked me by screaming, just to get my attention and above all made me rush into the room. She wanted my pity, but I have none for her. I just wanted to have her scream my name when I must have held up her hands behind her while thrusting my dick in and out of her.
Her shouts and pleas sounded like music to my ears. Her father betrayed the trust I had for him by attempting to have me killed. I had escaped from death's grip, and right now, he has to pay dearly for having such evil plans against me.
Since he was nowhere to be found, his daughter and only offspring would be a perfect replacement.
"We are done with all that, King Gerald." The guards announced and took a bow before me. My face instantly brightened with an unending smile as soon as I heard their announcement.
"Great job guys. I hope you left her hands unchained."
"Of course, we did. Only her legs and her mouth were tied up. The doors have also been shut." They replied in unison.
I smiled at them and embraced them for a job well done.
I stared at the thin air, giving out a mischievous smile.
I planned to make her lay with me. In that way, she would pay for her father's crime.
By the time I am done with her tonight, her vagina would be the only thing suffering for her father's stupidity and reckless attitude.
"Now, order the maidens to prepare a meal and serve her immediately. When she is finally done eating, let me know."
They affirmed in unison as they took their bow and walked out of the corridor.
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AMELIA'S POV
"I hope you are ready for me tonight?" Gerald's voice rang through my eardrum like an echo. What exactly did he mean by that? I thought we had discussed this previously and he promised not to lay his hands on me.
What reply did he expect from me? Not now! If I dare refuse him that which he wanted, I will end up being beaten ruthlessly. And he would still get what he wanted, even after my refusal.
This was a hard decision for me to make. I was still a virgin and had promised myself that my first sex would be with the man of my dreams. A man who would love and cherish me as much as I do.
I felt my dreams shattered before my eyes and my world crumbled.
I wished my father was here to pay for his crimes. He never thought of the consequences of his actions before plotting them.
Somehow, I understood the Lycan King clearly. Any man in his shoes would do the same, if not worse. I could not just afford to pay for my father's atrocity, while he was away. Not with my most valued treasure- my virginity.
Does he even care? Does he even know the torture I'm going through because of his stupidity? Is he truly my father? I wondered. No father would leave her only child in such a horror.
Thinking about it over and over again, he does not care about me.
I once thought my father to be a wise and righteous Alpha, but not anymore! He was the worst beast I have ever come across in my entire life.
With all these thoughts wallowing through my mind, I became furious, raging inside of me. If only I could set my eyes on him at that moment, he might meet his end. I would make sure I dealt with him ruthlessly, even if meant being thrown into the cell forever.
Gerald mopped at me waiting for a reply. I was speechless and remained mute, staring back at him. I was confused and was not certain about my next action.
He moved closer to me with a raging look like a lion about to devour its prey. His heavy steps were very palpable.
I stepped backward, my gaze focused on him as I breathed heavily, gasping for air.
The entire space was empty and void, just the two of us. My heartbeat could be heard in the silence, very clearly.
His face was obscured by the hood of his robe, and his steps were slow and deliberate as if he was savoring the fear he was instilling in me.
I tried to move, to run, but my legs felt like lead. I was frozen in place, a silent scream caught in my throat as he drew closer and closer, his presence suffocating me.
Finally, he stopped just a few feet away from me, his eyes hidden in the shadows of his hood. I could feel his gaze piercing through me, weighing me down with a sense of dread.
And then, with a voice as cold as ice, he spoke. "You should not have been here, but your father made you come," he said, his voice so solemn and calm, sending chills down my spine.
"This is my domain, and here, I rule!"
His yell made me shiver. I tried to speak, to plead for my life, but no words escaped my lips. I felt the fear consume me, wrapping around me like a cursed shroud.
As he moved closer, his eyes ablaze with intensity, he reached out and grabbed me with a force that sent shivers down my spine.
His lips brushed against my skin like a whisper of silk on a summer breeze. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a cascade of sensations within me.
His gentle kiss on my neck felt like a secret shared between just the two of us, a moment suspended in time. In that fleeting instant, the world melted away, leaving only the soft caress of his affectionate gesture lingering on my skin, imprinting a memory that would stay etched in my mind forever.
I knew my flesh was about to betray me. I loved everything about his looks and it won't take a moment for me to give in to his desires.
I tried to defend myself with words but found none. My lips widened, searching for the right word. I had to say something, anything!