The Slave of Wrath's Heart

Chapter 2

“Well?  What happened to her?” the king demanded while looking at the guards for an explanation.

Two more guards assisted the existing guards with the next girl.  Unlike the others, her wrists were bound in cuffs and chains.  Her dress had been torn in places and was dirty looking.  Her dark hair was disheveled around her face but it did not conceal her bruised eye and red swollen lip.  The guard holding her chain spoke.

“This one tried to escape, Your Highness.  We thought it best she be restrained,” said the guard.

“Ha, is that so?  Feisty thing,” laughed the king.

The king starred at her for a minute.  He was unimpressed with her.  With her being dirty and bruised.  None of the other siblings offered interest.

“I guess you can send this dirty w***e back to her family.  It seems no one is interested in her,” said the king to the guards.

The girl kept her eyes down while the king spoke.  She took in what she could of her surroundings when she was led into the hall.  She knew there was no way to get out of the chains.  When the king said to send her back, it wasn’t relief that washed over her.  Her family were the ones who sent her here in hopes they would be given gold as a reward—more like p*****t for their daughter and her body. 

To be sent back home would infuriate her disgusting parents and they would more than likely whip her to death.  Although she had a better chance of escaping from these guards on the journey back to her village she knew once her father got a hold of her, she would pray for death.

The alternative was not better.  She heard the rumors of the royal family.  Being one of their slaves was not much better but both scenarios most certainly would end in death.

Her situation was hopeless.  The girl kept her eyes on the ground and was silent.  Unsure of what would be the better outcome she waited to see what her fate would be.

“Oh, come on, Father.  Let us have some fun with her!”  Gian gleed.  “I’ve got twenty pieces of gold to the man willing to come up here and f**k her right now!” shouted Gian to the crowd.

“Any takers?” he scanned the room.

“Guards, remove her dress!  Let the lords see her,” commanded Gian.

A different guard than the one holding her chain reached for the shoulder of her dress.  In a quick movement, almost a reflex, the girl grabbed part of his armor with her chained hands to line herself up with the perfect shot of his groin.  Her knee appeared to hit his soft area with good force.  The guard grunted while he cupped his groin in pain.

The guard yanked her chain leash forcefully to him and backhanded the girl across the face.  He hit her hard enough to where she almost lost her balance.

“Oooh my!  Well, what do you say my lords?  Thirty coins to f**k this wild slut, any takers?” Gian said with pure excitement.

The tables of people in the hall got louder with many men raising their hands and shouting to be the one that Gian will pick.

“You there!  Lord Councilman.  Come up to the front!” shouted Gian to the short and fat man.

The round little man waddled his way through the hyper crowd of people trying to make it to the front.

“One thousand coins,” said a deep voice that silenced the crowd.

“What?” uttered Gian.

“What are you saying, Rafael?  A thousand coins for this girl here?”

Rafael nodded from the corner of the hall to his father.

“I will pay the gold to her family myself,” Rafael said sternly.

Gasps and whispers erupted in the no longer silent hall.  Even some of his siblings were undoubtedly whispering about him and this strange turn of events.

“Very well,” said the king.

“Wha-what about this man.  Father, I told this Lord Councilman he would get to f**k this w***e!” Gian stamped his foot throwing a fit like a child.

“Gian, enough!  Even I would pay a thousand coins for you to shut up!  No one wants to watch him f**k her.  We are trying to enjoy our dinner,” shouted Yasmine from her side of the table.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” she poked at him once more.

While Yasmine was busy silencing her little brother, Gian, Rafael walked straight over to the girl.  The girl raised her head for the briefest moment to see the face of the man she would belong to.  In that second their eyes met and she could see his dark eyes and angry expression.  She immediately bowed her head but it was too late because she knew he saw her.

Rafael stopped in front of her and stood there for a moment.  Now that he was so close, she could feel his commanding presence.  Even though her eyes were to the floor she took notice of his height and just how big this man was.  She caught a musky scent emitting from him and it distracted her.  Rafael snatched the chain from the guard and turned to leave the hall.  She followed closely behind him without a word or struggle.

Out the doors, they turned down a stone hallway.  Rafael’s two male servants walked behind the girl as Rafael led the way.  They made several turns and went up a few flights of stairs.  There was no way the girl could remember the path they took. 

She did not allow herself to look up only enough to see the heels of man in front of her.  He walked quickly and with purpose.  The girl walked as fast as she could without breaking to a jog.

Finally, Rafael stopped at a large dark wooden door.  He opened it and all four of us went inside.

The dark prince led her down the entry way into what appeared to be his bedchamber.  There was a fireplace on one side of the large room and across from it a big four poster bed made of dark oak.  It was warmer in this room than the hallway they came from.  The servants continued to follow Rafael and the chained girl as they awaited orders from him.

Rafael reached down to the corner of the bed and lifted it a foot off the ground in one easy movement.  He slid the metal loop that was attached to the end of the girl’s chain and slid it under the bed post.  Now she was tethered to the corner of the bed.  She was sure she was not strong enough to lift the bed off of her chain.

Being chained to Rafael’s bed was not a good sign, however.  The girl’s mind began to wander, thinking about what he planned to do to her.  Her breathing quickened.  She tried to suppress the fear starting to rise but Rafael had taken notice.  He leaned close to the girl with his body inches away from her.  She could feel the warmth from his body radiating off of him.  He was angry which caused a hitch in the girl’s shallow breathing.  Despite this, her eyes stayed lowered.  It was considered offensive to stare at royalty unless they were speaking to you and sometimes not even then was it a good idea to challenge their glare.

“Stay here.  Watch her,” Rafael growled still towering over the girl.  His breath blew against a strand of her hair.

“Yes, Your Highness,” both servants said in unison.

Rafael left without another word.  Once the door closed behind him the girl felt she could draw in a deep breath.  The two servants were still in the entryway part of this room.  The men stood by the wall in silence, occasionally eyeing her.

The girl raised her stiff neck and took in the room better now that she had the chance.  Off to the side of the fireplace was a large copper bathtub.  Past that was a desk near the window and there was a wardrobe on the same long wall as the giant bed. 

Once she eyed the bed, she was panicked by the reminder of why she was here.  She looked over the dark blankets and wondered if the prince would be gentle.  She wondered how long he would keep her as his slave.  She did not know much about Rafael but she feared him just like everyone who feared the royal family.  If you failed to please them you could be killed in an instant.

The girl stood chained to the foot of the bed for a long time but her legs were tired so she sat on the floor next to the bedpost.  She and the servants waited for the prince to return.  He was gone for a few hours before he came back.

She heard his heavy footsteps a few seconds before he opened the door.  The girl scurried to her feet.  She kept her eyes low now that she was back in the presence of royalty.

“You two may go,” said Rafael to the servants.  They nodded and left without a word.

Rafael strode over to the side of the bed next to the girl.  She tried to remind herself to take deep breaths but it was pointless.  She watched his heavy cloak drop to the floor behind him with a slight thud.  Next his shirt was tossed to the floor.  She did not move her eyes from the floor, only the side of his boot was in her view.  He turned and sat on the bed and brought one boot up to remove it before the other.  With each article of clothing he removed, the girl got more nervous.  Next, she heard the metal as he unbuckled his belt and his pants fell down.  The prince kicked them to the side with his feet.

There was a silence in the air.  She knew he was starring at her without looking up.  Her hands at her side started to shake.  She gripped her thighs to steady them.  There was a loud noise on the bed.  It made her jump.  With her heart racing she realized it was just the prince getting into bed.  Her nerves were wound too tight she thought.

The girl stood there waiting for the prince to give her an order or reach out and touch her but nothing happened.  Time passed but not once did she look up and over at him.

Then the girl heard the prince begin to snore.  Unsure of what was going on she peeked up.  He was asleep in the middle of the great bed.  This perplexed her.  She wondered what she should do.  Was she allowed to sleep?  She quietly took a seat back on the floor.