The Princess Slave

Viktor POV

“I’m saying, Arthur’s second in command was seen around the borders yesterday. He’s snooping around.” Loren said.

“Do you think he’d be stupid enough to sneak in?” I asked, though I think I already know the answer to that.

“Yes, I do. You know how Gregor is. I say we have a team of warriors searching for him. We’ll find him in no time and you can decide what to do with him.” He replied.

Could he possibly be coming for Violette? Try to steal her away?

“I want guards at Violette’s door at all times starting now. I don’t want her escaping, or thinking she can try.” I growled. Her name left a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Get a team ready, show them pictures of Gregor. Have them search every square inch of the castle, the yard.. I want him found and held in the dungeon until I’m ready to question him.” I said. He nodded his head and waited to be excused.

“You may go,” I said. He bowed before turning around and leaving the room.

Out of nowhere, I felt the sudden need for air. Like the room I was in just suddenly ran out and I stood up, running towards the door and throwing it open. I gasped in air, my chest on fire as I hear screaming down the hall from Violette’s room.

I didn’t think as I ran down the hall and into the room. I couldn’t believe my eyes at what I saw.

“You n-need to save her.. please.. please you have to.. she’s too good. S-she hasn’t liv-ed her life. It’s not.. it’s not enough. Y-you ha-ve to please.” Lillian sobbed as she tried to pull Violettes body from the tub. Loren ran up to them and pushed Lillian back so that he could grab Violette. Water splashed everywhere as he lifted her lifeless body, my eyes wide with shock. I looked around confused for a moment, until I noticed a man lying dead on the floor next to the tub.

My gaze drifted back to Violette..

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her limp body as I tried to grasp what was going on.

I couldn’t explain the emotions I was feeling right now. I was in physical pain, and I was angry.. I wanted to burn the place down at the sight of Violette.

I watched silently as Lillian cried while Loren performed chest compressions on Violette. The look in Beatrice’s eyes as her hands shook while she mixed herbs gave me a chill. She was scared for Violette. Something I never imagined from Beatrice.. She covered Violette up with a sheet and began working as Loren moved back.

Beatrice pulled out a cup and dumped some herbs and a liquid into it and stirred.

“Raise her head, quickly.” She hurried Loren.

Loren raised Violette’s head as Beatrice opened Violette’s mouth and dumped the contents in. At first, nothing happened, then Violette jolted up and spewed the liquid and bath water everywhere.

She pushed herself away from everyone grunted words we couldn’t understand. She was afraid. Beatrice reached for her and she shook her head crying, pressing further against the wall to escape Beatrice’s touch.

“What happened?” I growled.

“I.. I thought Beatrice sent for me.. a note was slipped under the door so I went.. she was just resting..” Lillian cried.

“I knew I didn’t and thought it was odd so I walked Lillian back and saw Loren pulling that man away from Violette,” Beatrice said.

“It’s Gregor.. Viktor. He was holding her under the water.” Loren said.

“He came to kill her?” I growled. And surely under the influence of her Father. There is something seriously sadistic about that man.

I looked back at Violette and felt pity. Her Father would rather her die than being tarnished.

“We will have to keep an eye on her. This may worsen her condition.” Beatrice eyed me warily.

“Give her something to sleep, even if you have to hold her down. Lillian can stay with her since she has knowledge of medicine, and Beatrice you may come and go as you please. Loren.. I want guards by her room at all times from now on. I won’t have her father sending more men to kill her. And have someone come get his damn body.”‘I growled.

“Wait, you think her Father sent him?” Lillian shrieked in horror.

“I do. He’s a monster who loves no one. Now, I shall take my leave. Do what you must.” I said as I walked toward the door.

For a split second, I looked back at her, I don’t know why.. but I was fearful of her death. Was it because I wasn’t done with her yet, or because of something more? I don’t know the answer to that, nor do I care to think of it.

I walked down the hall and back into my chambers, but everything in me told me to go back to Violette. Her heat must still be affecting me and it’s making it hard to enjoy s*x with Minerva. It’s making it hard to sleep, the nightmares are horrible and the only thing that calms the voices is her.

A few hours passed, yet I still couldn’t fall asleep. I walked down the hall and stopped at her door. The guards kept quiet as I slowly turned the knob and poked my head in. They were both dead asleep, Lillian’s arms were wrapped tightly around Violette.

How is it that a Princess and a maid are best friends? They do everything together. I watched as they took care of the gardens from my office window. I see how they both care deeply for each other. What I don’t see, is how her Father would’ve allowed such a thing.

My mind flashed back to one night in the dungeon before I escaped. Her father had whipped me so badly my skin was flaking off on the floor. I had endured so much pain that after a while it was numb and I couldn’t feel a thing.

I had talked out of turn, told Arthur I would kill the rest of his bloodline.. but I would make sure that it ruined his family name first. I would make them suffer. So he whipped me for over an hour. He didn’t seem like the kind of who would let things like this slide.

She smiled sweetly in her sleep. But it all faded fast when it turned to a face of fear and she began to whimper. Out of nowhere I reached forward and grazed her face, she leaned into me as I watched it all melt away.

I must go.

I cannot be here.

You are my slave. A liar, a whore.. you mean nothing to me and I hate you with every fiber of my being.

I took my hand back and stared at her. Why do I feel these emotions? It confused me to my very core.. angered me in every way. I shouldn’t care what happens to her, but clearly I do. Goddess, what is wrong with me? For some reason, the idea that maybe she was my mate came to mind. I growled at that.

It has to be her heat.. but even that isn’t enough to explain why the sight of her dying was almost unbearable.

The idea of her being my mate is absurd. The timing is completely off. We met only a little over a month ago. A female wolf goes into heat two months after finding their mate. So she’d met him a month prior to me, around the time I escaped her Father.

The Moon Goddess wouldn’t be as cruel as to give her to me as a mate. For that, I am grateful.

I turned away from her sleeping figure and walked out of the room silently.