The First Day Of Domestication
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[Roanna’s Pov]
He cannot do this to me. That’s a bold thing for me to say seeing as I’m a nobody here. But f**k King Zane has no right to try and domesticate me like I’m his pet or s****l servant. And you might be wondering, what the hell is she talking about?
Sexual servant? No way!
Well, guess what? Way! Wait, that doesn’t make any sense.
Ah! soleria has rules, f*****g grounded rules. They have a hierarchy. Some people, aka the barrel scrapers such as myself, can offer themselves to high and predestined people to be their s*x servants. Not a concubine, not a consort, not a flashy w***e. No!
Basically a c**k warmer. He is not attracted to me so why the f**k are these here?
I should explain. I really should settle down and explain but I’m pacing around my room, and I can’t stop. He actually gave me a f*****g chores list, and then a dress code that was ....
I turned my back to the mirror again, the dress looked like someone took a designer chef’s apron and turned it into a dress. Tight around the chest, exposed around the back but covering my bottom and it was short. So f*****g short.
On his list was a rule saying I had to wear underwear only when given permission. I am going to drink poison. Yep! As soon as I find it, I will drink it!
No shoes, and this goddamn list that needs to be completed before he returns. I also suddenly have to learn how to cook when he has alot of workers around the palace. f**k. I hate him. I hate dragon shifters. They just think they’re on top of the world. f**k them all. Every single one of them. I just... I can’t exist around them and if I piss him off-
He’ll kill them. To a normal person from a good family, they would understand but let’s face it. You’re not conditioned, you’re just weak. Tough outside, useless internally. No emotional strength. You let the weak bully you all your life, isn’t it only fair that someone actually strong treats you like a househelp? I’m sorry, s*x servant with a womb on sale.
I clutched my ears and threw my fist at the mirror. f**k, he is going to make me pay for that. I moved to the bathroom to find some band aids then I looked at the first on the list.
1. Wake me up with a tray of a delicious breakfast. I leave for my duties by eight am, so don’t laze around.
Don’t laze around. f*****g asswipe. I inhaled and turned to the clock on the wall. It’s currently six am, i should get to work and figure out how to make him a good breakfast.
I’m embarrassed. I don’t want to walk out like this. Especially with the final addition. A collar around my neck. It was made of the strangest material, I woke up with it on. I can’t find a way to take it off and I nearly broke off a claw trying to rip it off.
Argh, I don’t want to be seen like this. I tried to talk myself into it, and once I peeked out the door I didn’t see a guard. I knew they were there though. They guarded each hallway, monitoring each room.
I made it out of the room without bursting into flames, the guards turned, and my goodness. You know those stories about guards having to be stoic and focused, well that’s big bull in Soleria. The f*****g guards are like Zane’s best friends. They’re expressive, they won’t hide if they’re mocking you.
I watched them eye me like I was a piece of meat on a hook. I shuffled faster towards the kitchen on this floor. Zane’s room is here as well but farther away. We were going to start sleeping together once it was time.
I was praying for the goddess to strike me down before that time got here. I stopped in the kitchen, still feeling the eyes of the guards. I couldn’t tell what they wanted first, to beat me, kill me, or worse.
We will not go down that road. I searched for a cookbook and found none. s**t, he really thought about it. I’ve never cooked in my life. Okay, this is probably where befriending Aspen would have been a good idea. f**k f**k f**k f**k.
I’ve seen good breakfast from across the doghouse my parents had me stay in. Oh my god, this collar is choking me.
I pressed my back against the counter, trying to control my breathing. I was freaking out, no s**t. This asshole is making me out to be a housewife and dear goddess, I am about as useless in the kitchen as I am in everything else in my whole damn life.
I can only fight. That’s all I’m good for.
You even failed at that.
Yep, I even failed at that. Now imagine putting me in the kitchen and expecting me to be a good cook. I’m definitely failing the breakfast portion. Well, I better go tell him that before I cook poison for him- wait a minute... no they’ll skin me alive if he even complains of a slight stomach pain.
I walked back into the hall, eyes following my every move. I just kept walking and walking and walking until I stopped at Zane’s door. Oh goddess if you ever loved me once in your life, make the ground open so I can die a good death. I’m begging you.
Nothing. Dumb b***h.
I turned the doorknob and entered the room. The door made a soft clicking sound as I leaned up against it.
Zane was fast asleep, it would be so easy to put a pillow over his head. But again, I cannot do it. Just wake him up, and probably beg. It should be easy.
Really easy for anyone but me. You can do this. You can do this. Come on, Roanna.
Okay. Stepping closer to the bed, I raised my foot and nudged the back of his head. His hair was scattered all over the place, his tattoos were almost never-ending. They were like painted stories on his body. To some this might be attractive, to a fellow alpha, i want to kill myself for even remotely being in his presence.
He pumps a lot of pheromones. No alpha should be giving out this much. I nudged him again.
What am I doing? It’s like I’m scared- AHH!
Zane reached with one hand, claws out and all, to wrap around my ankle. He yanked me forward, slamming me down on the bed. What just happened?
He eyed me like a wild crazed animal. I tried to sit up but his tail came whipping through the air, landing next to my head. Effectively warning me that if I moved, I’d be dead. Have I mentioned how much I hate dragons?
His eyes were in slits, and as I noticed he slept naked. The sheets were loose around his waist. Zane swept his eyes over my form. His claws moved from my ankle to the end of the ridiculous uniform I was given. Then he grinned.
“Hahaha. Where’s my breakfast?”
“About that. I can’t cook. And unless you want poison... I cannot be in charge of your food.”
“Oh, that’s a shame. Which limb should I collect as penance?” my eyes went saucer wide, and he moved his tail towards them. “Perhaps your eyes. But you’re already useless with them, I can’t imagine how you’d be without them.”
“If I had a cookbook I could try to learn.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Soleria doesn’t have cookbooks. Tell you what, I’ll forgive you this once. But you’ll have to replace that first chore with something else.”
“W-what?” I hate how scared I sounded but you can never tell with him. He could ask me to mop the roof for f**k sakes.
“Get up and strip for me.”
“What?! I will not!”
“Oh? Is that so?”
I swallowed. “I mean, why should I strip? There’s no attraction between us.”
“I know, I said strip not ride my c**k. As if you could,” he mutters and my jaw drops. I bit my tongue hard to stop myself from asking him if that was a f*****g challenge. That would be stupid. It would be the definition of stupidity.
He moved out of the way, and I didn’t need to be told twice. I got out of the bed. I’ve decided I’m going to contact Aspen, she’s gotta teach me how to cook. And to clean as well.
I pulled off the flimsy attire and shut my eyes. I don’t like my body, that’s a given. I don’t like being naked in front of someone else.
“Hmm, I remember that scar. We talked about scars remember? Until you tried to trick me. I was nice to you.”
I don’t really want to think about that. I was a prisoner, sure he brought me food and we talked but it’s my family. They needed me to do something, so I did it. That’s how it is.
I finally opened my eyes.
“Put your dress back on. Then go and run a bath for me. The water has to be really hot.” I'm not too fond of the dress but it’s better than being naked. I pulled it back on happily. Then something hit me. The strangeness of his request.
“Uh... I’m not gonna like where this is going... right?”
“You ever given a dragon a bath?”
Oh yeah, when I find poison I’m going to drink it while kicking my feet and dancing. Again, goddess, I won’t be mad, send lightning to strike me.
“No?”
“Hahaha, then this should be interesting. There are three temperatures in that bathtub. Turn it to the last, and don’t burn your hands. I’m not paying for you to get treated for burns.”
what’s another word for screwed? I need to know it so I can slap it on my forehead.
- Writer
