The Slave of Wrath's Heart

Chapter 1

Becoming more annoyed at his father and his games, Rafael sulked in his chair at his family's large table.  Another girl was being ushered in and she looked younger than the last.  The New Year festival went on for days within the capitol of the five kingdoms and while most of the nobles enjoyed it, Rafael did not.  In the Great Hall was no less than three hundred people all congregating around tables and bars creating a loud ambiance.  At the end of the hall was the table that sat the royal family.  King Agnor was in the center.  

The old and gray man was boasting on while being attended to by his harem of women who knew to stand back behind his chair when he did not need something.  Going down each length of the table were Rafael and his brother and sisters.  Rafael was one of seven children but he had a different mother like the others.  His father was and still very much is a wanton man but his days of procreating more children were past.  The other siblings were also flanked by servants and others.  Some had little pets they kept toying with and groping between drinks.  Two royal servants stood behind Rafael while he glared over at his sister on his left.

"Could you look anymore miserable?" Yasmine asked in her usually snippy tone.

"I can think of many things I'd rather be doing than to sit through the rest of this ceremony," Rafael gruffed.

"Two more days and you'll have your freedom again," she said.

Yasmine was one of Rafael's siblings he didn't entire hate.  She was tolerable to him at least.

"I want her, father!" shouted Gian as the young girl was holding back tears standing in front of our table and having the whole hall staring at her.  You would hear crude remarks about each girl that was dragged up to be paraded in front of the royal family.  They were choosing their next toys to keep for however long it pleased them. 

"I don't know, son.  You can't see her figure with those clothes," he replied to Gian.  "Guards, free her from her dress!" shouted King Agnor.

One of the guards that was holding onto her arm took his other hand and ripped the fabric of her dress yanking it down.  She made some muffled cries as her face turned even more bright red.

"Yes, yes!  I like her!" Gian said excitedly.  He already had a few girls in his harem but insisted on more.

"What is your name?" Shouted the king.

"Dasha, Your Highness," the girl answered with her eyes to the floor.

"Well, Dasha, my son, Gian would like you to be his.  If you please him favorably then I will award your family with a hundred gold coins," the king said and motioned for the guards to lead her behind the table to Gian.  Gian told one of his servants to take Dasha to his chambers.  It seemed he was not yet done shopping. 

The next girl was escorted in and she wore a sly smile giving off the impression she was not a scared little maiden like the one before her.  The devious look in her eyes was enough to attract the attention of Prince Aric who swooped in and snatched her up after getting permission from his father, King Agnor.

"You've got a mischievous one there, Aric," King Agnor chuckled. 

Aric took the girl back to his spot and pulled her onto his lap.  The women of his harem grumbled in jealousy at them from behind his chair.  Aric had a large collection of women but he only brought his favorites to tonight's ceremony.  The others were back in his royal apartments.  Aric didn't go through women like his brother, Gian, or like the king did either.  Aric tended to keep the women of his harem a lot longer.  Whereas Gian could not suppress his s****l appetite and made no effort to disguise it.  He would often tire of a girl and it was nothing for him to kill one his little toys.  To him they were easily replaceable.  The king acquired and discarded women almost in the same fashion but he always made sure his women were executed.  For many reasons but the main one being to keep them from spilling any royal secrets they may have learned while being with the him.

The royal family had a reputation for being ruthless with zero respect for human life.  With a swing of a sword or a command of a guard, it was nothing for them to order the death of someone who displeased them.  

There were guards huddled together near the entrance where the women had each been brought through.  Something wasn't quite right because they should be bringing in another girl at anytime. 

Rafael had his fill of the spectacle and rose from his chair.  

"Leaving so soon, Brother?" smirked Yasmine but he ignored her.

He went to his father's seat and waited to get his attention so he could dismiss himself for the rest of the evening.

"Oh no.  Come on, Rafael, it isn't over.  You may still see something you might like.  I was really counting on you taking one of these whores this time," the king spoke.

"Maybe he prefers the company of something other than these whores, Father," chimed in Gian walking over to face Rafael.

Gian was youngest and smallest sibling but he acted the opposite.  Most of his brothers and sisters ignored his antics but Rafael did not.  Since Rafael chose to live far away from the royal palace, Gian didn't get the chance to torment Rafael often.

With Gian's petty remark Rafael glared at him.  

"I'll be retiring to my rooms," announced Rafael.  The king nodded and Rafael walked past his brother.

"Good.  More for me then.  I'm going to see how many holes I can stuff of this one here," Gian shouted as he yanked Dasha's hair.

Not letting it go, Gian continued a step more after Rafael.

"Tell me, Brother.  Why do you remain celibate like a monk?  Hmm?  Why not take out some of that wrath on a woman's body?" he taunted.

Rafael stopped walking with his back still turned against Gian.  He was growing angry.  His inner beast was clawing to break free inside him.  But that would be dangerous as he was indoors.  Many people would be harmed, not all of them innocent though.  

"Huh, Rafe?  What kind of twisted perversions are you into---" Gian gasped as Rafael's hand clenched on his throat with his last word.

Since he already towered over Gian, Rafael raised him up to meet his stare.  Gian was starting to gasp and grabbed at Rafael's hand.

Gian grew redder with each moment as he struggled in the air.  He kicked his legs about but he was too weak to put up much of a fight.  

Gian's face began to change and contort with his beast trying to come out.  Curved horns started projecting from his forehead.  He's chin started growing a long patch of hair.  His hands were quickly turning into hooves.  He did not grow in size, though.  Gian's beast was a different creature entirely.

"Enough!" bellowed the king.

Rafael gripped tighter but then dropped his brother to the ground.  Gian's hoovers clipped around as he squabbled to get up.  His body and face stopping the shift into his beast, a horned goat.

"It's alright, Father.  I might just send my new w***e here to his room tonight.  To ease some of that tension," Gian rubbed his neck and began to walk to his seat.

Rafael reached past him and grabbed his gaudy chair.  He lifted it up and then brought it down smashing it against his knee.  The wood splintered into pieces.  Gian rolled his eyes at his brother while his little harem gasped.  

Gian was standing at his place at the table now that he was without a chair when the king ordered for the next girl to be brought in.  There were two more left.  

"What's this?" the king asked looking at the next girl brought in through the doors.

"Well?  What happened to her?"