CHAPTER TEN

With an aching elbow and heavy lids, Selene woke to the dimly lit room. Her eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar chamber that either held no windows or it's blinds were perfectly cloaked. She stretched her legs and rose to only fall back on the soft bed, her head light and swimming. Her heart sped as she recalled the events. The trial. Her father had lost, she was now a slave, Mia was not with her. With a broken sob, Selene fell back on the bed. Not wanting to discover what cruel fate awaited her, she pulled the white linen to her chin, as if to cover the shame and humiliation of being a whore to some man she was yet to see. The governess had done her worst. She would kill herself before any man defiled her. Tears came to her eyes as he remembered how she had allowed the savage lord to kiss her, to touch her in indecent ways. Selene turned to the oil lamp, wishing she could burn herself to death. She turned to the empty room, not even a dresser was in sight. Only the oil lamp on an empty wooden stool, the bed she laid on smelled of dust and confined air, like it had been unused for a long while. Selene rolled onto her side, she would kill herself once she could, then alone would she be free of the guilt of disappointing Mia and letting any man tamper with her. She thought the carriage would drive her to her death, she could swear she had died when the voices grew faint, the pain she felt no longer stayed, she could not explain the feeling she had, fatigued but well enough to live. She had been nursed so she could be a slave. She preferred death and she swore to have just that.
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"You are as cunning as you look Alexandra" Edgar said coldly as he took a step into the manor he rarely came to, the very part his father had willed to Alexnadrea after his death, he wished he died sooner.
"What brings you here" Alexnadrea asked in an impatient tone, a scroll in hand.
"I was to take a portion of the villagers after the judgment" Edgar said
"Unless your butler did otherwise then a dozen stays in your dungeon as I speak." Alexandra replied
"Not those I choose, surely you can't believe I'd let you pick sickly slaves for me" Edgar replied unbelievably
"They are able men, I do not break promises" She responded harshly
"What makes you assume I require men sister?" He shot back
"I see where you drive to" Alexnadrea said with a smile one would describe as amused
"Which is?" Edgar challenged
"Do you want to bed the princess because you could but after then she belongs go another. I have already sent words for her arrival. A friend's gift per say" Alexandra said getting up for her seat to put the scroll into the shelve that held many behind her.
"I am to choose my fair share of the slaves before you gift whosoever out. I would believe you won't try to be funny Alexandra I have no patience for your fuss" Edgar said and turned to leave, Nicholas stared at the Governess with a closed expression and followed his master out.
Taking the scroll from the shelve again, she opened it and frowned, there really was no time, the council could be ruthless and she didn't need procedures in what she wanted to do, the faster-she thought- the better.
"See to it that the slaves in the southern tunnel is used up then send the women to the peddlers as soon as you can. I know exactly who my brother wants" Alexandra instructed the guard who immediately nodded and exited the room, leaving her to the scroll in hand. Carefulness, she thought with a frown.
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The creaking of the door was enough to wake Selene up, her hands went to the oil lamp where was put off undoubtedly by the wind, which made her look around in search of windows but still found none. She held the still warm lamp in hand and quickly rose to her feet. The door was pushed open and a uniformed man came in. A guard, A Sol guard.
Perhaps The governess wanted to ensure her safe delivery. Selene gulped and held the lamp firmer in her grip.
"The lord wants to see you" He said curtly as he held the door ajar.
She never knew it was lord, which land was she, she silently prayed it wasn't Kiro, it's cruelness was second to none. The Sol empire maybe fearless but not wicked and torturous as was rumoured the north land. Selene carefully dropped the lamp and walked to the guard carefully, if she took his sword then she would end it all now. She feigned timidness as she approached the guard who looked bored at her slow steps and tapped at the floor impatiently. With a lunge, Selene pulled the sword by it's hilt out of his belt and held it first to him then to herself.
"Come any closer and I'll slit my throat" She swore
She was uncertain how that would deter the huge man but it really seemed to work as he looked panicked and shocked he had lost his weapon so suddenly to her.
"The Lord only wants to speak with you" the man said with hands up in slight surrender
"Where am I" she asked
The confusion that went over the man's face sent her go confusion as well, she peeked out of the door and saw the familiar walls of the...manor. She felt confused but barely had time to question as the sword was snatched from her and the warrior held her flush against his chest, hand captive behind her.
"What a woman" he muttered and led her not too gently out of the room with her struggling
" I do not remember telling you to touch her" the voice came
Selene froze at it's familiarity and turned to stare at the lord. Her confusion knew no bounds, was she still in Sol?
"My lord she attempted suicide " the man said
"Release her at once" Edgar ignored his statement
The man bowed and let go of her arms, making her back into the near wall.
"See that the men are training" Edgar said to the guard who didn't need a repeat as he briskly walked out
"If you wish to end you life so much, I could kill you" Edgar said as he turned to the hallway.
Selene swallowed at his serious tone and felt her legs shake. She wished she would never see him again, he still dared of taking her life after that night. Perhaps she was just naive to see it more than a mere night of arousal or maybe the Lord was inhumane.
"Do I have to drag you? " Edgar asked irritably
Selene only then realised he had been waiting on her. She took slow steps towards him, unsure of what was going on.
"You only anger me Child. Have you lost your legs?" He bellowed
Selene went back to the wall, his tone as loud and threatening. She stared at his angry eyes as he assessed her. Her gown felt short no matter how long she wore them and she felt her hands subconsciously go to hold them down.
With a quiet hiss, Edgar stomped to the girl and dragged her off the wall, throwing her light weight over his left shoulder as he crossed the hallway into his chamber. Her yells echoed on the wall as he tossed her on the bed.
Her wide eyes looked about as she took in the surrounding. He was quick to lay on top of her, trapping her before she made the sprint for the corner of the room she eyed.
Her startled gasp made him pause his hands which came to hold hers. He looked at her trembling lips yet angry eyes.
"You do have a death wish Selene " He said lowly with anger
"I would rather die" She spat
"I have better ways to end you then" he retorted through clenched teeth.
She was keen on dying, in letting her life go as if was would ever come back. Her silly pride meant so much to her that she had risked her life countlessly, to no doubt run from him, was he so horrible, perhaps he needed to act as she thought him to be. Cruel.
With her hands clamped down in his, Edgar force his lips upon hers. Her struggles refused to die despite her body arching in a way Edgar was experienced enough to know was not out of discomfort. She bit his lips deeply and he pulled away reflexively only to claim it again. He thrust his hips into hers as she bit his lip again, that surely silenced her. With both hands away, Edgar swallowed all her screams as they came out as mumbles, he could feel the panic set into her as she moved his aroused member over her thighs, still holding the lips. As his thrusts went faster, her struggles began to increase, she thrashed against him, turning and biting his tongue and all she could. He pulled her wrist above her head and held them down with his left hand, quickly shoving his right hand under her skirt. She squirmed strongly as he moved his hands up her legs and held her bottom, his hand exploring.
Edgar could feel the heat in him rise dangerously high as she began to succumb to him, her hands went limp against him and her legs did same. He could taste the blood in his mouth from her assaults. He moved his mouth to her neck and bit gently on it, sniffing her smell which was odd from what he knew. He couldn't follow his desire, no doubt he knew the maiden would yield, he could feel it in her very self, the way she moved when he touched her, she was confused yet scared. She was too vulnerable for her own good. He pulled away to to see tears roll down her chin, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. He stared at her defeated expression and his heart fell, maybe he had gone too far. He pulled his hands from her skirt and rolled off her, turning to leave the room before she could even open her eyes.