Chapter XVII: Dragons
The king left Isabella’s side and walked towards the dragon. She watched in awe as the king effortlessly mounted the massive beast, his movements fluid and practiced. Beside him, another figure emerged—Ikkar, one of the king’s younger brothers, another seasoned dragonrider, his presence commanding and authoritative. Together, they seemed to embody a sense of ancient power and untamed majesty, their bond with the dragons unbreakable and absolute.
As the dragons spread their wings, the air crackled with anticipation, a palpable energy that seemed to electrify the very atmosphere. Isabella felt a surge of excitement coursing through her veins as she watched the magnificent creatures prepare to take flight.
With a thunderous beat of their mighty wings, the dragons ascended into the night sky, their sleek forms silhouetted against the backdrop of stars. Isabella's heart soared alongside them, her spirit buoyed by the exhilarating spectacle unfolding before her.
As the dragons soared and swooped through the air, their movements synchronized in a graceful ballet of flight, Isabella couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation wash over her. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she allowed herself to forget the weight of her worries, to revel in the simple joy of witnessing something truly extraordinary.
The dragons danced among the stars, their scales catching the glimmer of the moonlight and the fireworks. Isabella felt peace settle over her—a fleeting respite from her memories of the war. In that moment, she was free, unbound by the constraints of her past or the uncertainty of her future, lost in the timeless beauty of the night sky.
A maid came up to Isabella and told her Lady Theda wanted to speak to her back in the Harem and it was urgent. She promptly made her way back to the harem, her heart still light from the enchanting sight of the dragons in flight.
She entered the main hall of the Harem and found the place empty. She was about to leave again when a sudden impact sent her crashing to the ground. Gasping for breath, she struggled to comprehend what had just happened.
Before she could react, Lady Dara loomed over her, her eyes blazing with fury. "You wretched little whore," Dara spat, her voice dripping with venom. "How dare you try to steal what's mine?"
Confusion and fear washed over Isabella as she scrambled to her feet, trying to make sense of Dara's accusation. "I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I'm not trying to steal anything from you."
Dara's laughter was cold and cruel. "Oh, spare me your lies," she sneered, her voice like a whip crack in the silent harem. "I've seen the way you look at him, the way you try to win your way into his favor. But he's mine, do you understand? Mine!"
Isabella's mind raced as she tried to process Dara's words. She had never harbored any feelings for the king, never sought his attention or affection. Yet here she was, being accused of a crime she hadn't committed.
Before she could defend herself, Dara's fist collided with her face, the force of the blow sending stars dancing before her eyes. Pain exploded across her cheek as she crumpled to the ground, the world spinning wildly around her. Dara’s friends joined her in punching and kicking Isabella. Her sight blackened before she could even try to defend herself.
Isabella woke up to the sound of chatter. As she laid on the cold floor, her body racked with pain, Lady Theda's voice cut through the whispers like a knife. "Lady Dara, tell us what happened again," she commanded, her tone icy.
Dara's smile widened, a glint of malice in her eyes as she retold her fabricated tale of Isabella's supposed attack. "She lunged at me, screaming like a madwoman," Dara embellished, her voice dripping with false sincerity. "She said she wanted to kill me so she could have the king all to herself. I had no choice but to defend myself, and my friends helped me."
Isabella opened her mouth to protest, but the words died on her lips as she tasted blood, her coughs echoing in the silent harem.
With a cruel smirk, Lady Theda declared that aggression was not tolerated within the harem walls and that Isabella would face punishment for her supposed transgression. "Strip her," she ordered the maids, her voice devoid of empathy.
Before Isabella could even comprehend what was happening, two maids appeared and roughly stripped her of her dress, leaving her completely naked and exposed in front of everyone.
The maids brought over a tiny bench and forced Isabella to bend over it. She felt tears sting her eyes as Lady Theda raised an elastic tree branch high above her head. "This is for you to learn how to behave, Lady Bella," Lady Theda said, her tone chillingly calm.
The first strike landed in Isabella’s naked ass with a sharp crack, sending waves of agony coursing through her entire body. "Please, stop!" Isabella begged, her voice trembling with pain and desperation.
But Lady Theda showed no mercy, raining down blow after blow as the other girls watched, their laughter mingling with Isabella's cries in a twisted cacophony of torment.
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