Emma: The Silent Queen

Chapter : 4. My mate..

I made a wish to the moon goddess for my life. I wanted to live so that I could get revenge for my father’s death. And I got my wish too. I came out alive of that forest. It turned out that I made it into the Warlock kingdom and someone found me in that forest the next morning. It was one of the soldiers who was out there for a roundup. Seeing me in the middle of the forest, cold, naked and covered in blood, he felt pity for me and decided to take me to the palace for help. There I was handed over to the head of the palace workers, and I ended up in the slaves' quarter.

I was unconscious for a whole week with very little chance of surviving. But I made it. The goddess sent me back. The old lady I saw first after waking up, is the caretaker of the young slaves like me and everyone calls her Ma. She is the one who treated my wound and told me that, because of my injury, I lost my voice permanently. Even my wolf couldn’t help me fix it, causing me to become a mute forever.

I lost the only way of communication. I was helpless. I wanted to tell everyone what happened to me. I wanted to tell everyone who did this to me. But I couldn’t even tell them my name. Everytime I forced myself to make a sound, I ended up coughing and chocking. And after a while, I stopped. I accepted that I wasn’t going to get my voice back and I have to live the rest of my life like this. But my decision didn’t change. Instead, it got more stronger with it. I will take my revenge. I need to make him pay for what he did to me. Now I have one more reason to hate King Philip.

Soon, I started communicating with gestures and succeeded in telling them that my name is Emma. I know how to write, to speak with others through it. But unfortunately, they didn’t know how to read. And the reason for it is more cruel than a normal person can handle. We lived outside the palace, in little huts of the village, imagining how luxurious the life would be inside a palace. But only those who lives in it know the true meaning of cruelty. Especially the young slaves.

Sometimes young kids end up at the palace door for food or shelter. Some of them have no family and some are here to feed their family. But once they get into the palace, the way out becomes a dream for them. And in the mean time, everyone makes sure they are completely drained out of the labour they can offer. Even if it means hurting them till they are out of breath and blood. And unfortunately, I ended up becoming one of them too.

Before my wound could even heal properly, I was appointed to work as a palace slave. My job was keeping the floors clean, which was the hardest job of all, because hundreds of people came in and out of the palace all the time and I had to make sure the floors stayed shiny and clean. It was an impossible task. And if I don’t do my job well, I get a different punishment for it. Punishments that I never even knew existed.

Now about the kingdom I got shelter in. Warlock kingdom is the neighbour of Wolford Kingdom, and smaller compared to it. The lycan king and queen here are old with only a daughter as the heir. But for their young daughter to sit on the throne, they needed a lycan king for her. And guess who became that king? King Harry, who is actually the stepbrother of king Philip. He is also a lycan and a perfect candidate for the throne. He is strong, and good looking, and everything they needed in their king.

I came to find out that the cruel king Philip, killed his own father because he was tired of waiting to take his place on the throne. But when everyone found out the truth and banished him from the kingdom for his crime, he returned with his new army of rogues to attack the kingdom. He killed every one of them who spoke up against him along with their family. And my father was one of them as well. Even his own stepmother and stepbrother weren’t an exception. But before he could kill them too, they fled off and came to the Warlock kingdom for help. Seeing this opportunity, the king and queen offered them to accept their daughter Camilla as a chosen mate and settled there, which they did. But who knew that my cursed fate would come in between their perfect lives too.

Two years have passed by since I became a mute slave. I was living in the slaves'quarter with the rest. I had Ma with me who understood me and took care of me ever since I came here. I was beaten, broken, and r*ped by everyone in the palace. My heat would pass in the bed of head of all workers. Just like every other girl working in the palace. Maybe even worse than them because I was mute and couldn’t complain about the torture to anyone. But still I was glad that I was alive and I could take my revenge on the one who caused me this pain. But it all changed on my 16th birthday.

It was the day when I lost my father and my life two years ago. It was the day my life took a turn in the worst way possible. But still on that day, I had hope that I was going to find my mate who would help me fulfil my only wish. I hope that whoever it will be, he will give me a new life. I had a little dream of having a family again. But it was until I found out who my mate was.

It was my dad’s dream that I would become a queen. He always told me that I would get a lycan mate and rule a kingdom with him as his queen. And I always thought he was silly to have such a dream. But who knew that this dream of his was going to come true? Maybe it was him who insisted the goddess to give me a lycan king as my mate, because it turned out that my mate was none other than King Harry.

I was working with Ma in the hallroom when I smelled a special scent that made me forget everything. It felt like I was drifting in the air, flying towards the scent. I can feel inside me the need to be with this person. I can feel the unbreakable bond growing strong in my heart. And the moment I turned around in excitement to know who my mate was, I saw King Harry standing behind me, looking at me in pure shock.

“YOU? You are my mate? That’s impossible. How can a slave be my mate?”

“She’s not a slave, your majesty. She was rescued a few years ago and sent to us. She’s actually an alpha.” Ma was more than happy to know that my mate was the king. She thought it might give me a better life if I got accepted by him.

“Did I ask you? Mind your tongue before speaking up to me or I will be glad to cut it off.” The way he screamed at Ma, I knew I was doomed.

“What’s your name and where are you from?” He asked me directly with a hope of getting an answer from me, but he didn’t get one.

“I am talking to you. Speak up.” He shouted at me, making my eyes tear up. How am I supposed to answer him when I can’t even speak? Even Ma couldn’t dare to answer on my behalf after the warning from the king himself. If she speaks up now, she will definitely get a punishment for her dare.

He waited for an answer from me for about a minute before he slapped me so hard on my cheek that I landed a bit far from him on the hard floor. The guards came rushing to him thinking I did something wrong, but before they could touch me, he stopped him.

“Don’t. No one will touch her.” He again came to me and picked me up by my hair. It hurt my head so much that I broke down crying.

“Still nothing. Do you wish to die, you s*ut?” This time he caught hold of my throat and instantly I couldn't breathe anymore. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and my eyes felt like it would pop out any moment. I was struggling to get out of his hold as much as I could.

“My king. Please.. Please forgive her. She’s innocent. She’s mute. She can’t speak. Please have mercy on her.” Ma knew that my throat was the weakest point of my body after getting wounded in the attack. She knew I would die if he put a bit more pressure on it. So, breaking the king's order, she fell down on his feet to beg for my life.

As soon as she told him that I was mute, he let go of my neck and with each breath I took, I felt my lungs burn like fire. Ma took me in her arms, trying to calm me down and cheak for any injury while king Harry was standing there with no idea what to do. He was completely flabbergasted.

“My mate is a mute slave? I can’t believe this. This is not true. It can’t be..” I saw him storm out of the palace in anger and shock. This made me sure that I was rejected and very soon he will make it permanent in words.

I waited the next few days for it to come. I was preparing myself to go through the worst pain a werewolf can get. It’s even worse for alphas and lycans because their bonds are stronger than the rest. But even after a week when King Harry didn’t officially reject me, I started wondering if he was actually going to reject me or not. And to know the answer, I have to meet him personally.

Now for a slave to meet the king is like a werewolf meeting the goddess. It’s near to impossible. But I have to do it if I want to know what he is thinking. I needed this wait to be over. So,I made a silly mistake. I waited patiently for a chance and one day I made it into his bedroom secretly, when no one was around. But I didn’t expect that instead of king Harry, his queen Camilla would get there first.

Seeing me in her mate’s room, she was furious and called the guards to take me out and whip me 50 times as a punishment and as a lesson to others. The guards followed her order and whipped me in the middle of the hall with every worker watching in horror. It was about round 30 when finally my mate came to my rescue.

He stopped the punishment and admitted the truth to everyone that I was his mate. No matter, even if I am a slave, he can’t reject me or our matebond. He agreed that this bond is the goddess’s blessing and he doesn’t want to dishonor it like that. He was ready to accept me as I was.

It was probably the best moment for me in the past two years. My dreams were coming true. I was getting a mate who will love. A mate who can help me get my revenge better than anyone. I was hoping to finally have a family of my own and a real life after everything. But I was wrong again, as I always was.