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Chapter 2

Iris thought she saw a window of opportunity and turned to walk back in after waving. As soon as her one foot was in, she started to run, picking up her dress that she does not even remember getting into but before she knew what was happening, she got yanked back. Iris grabbed the choker around her neck, choking. Iris didn’t notice when King Evander attached a chain from the choker around her neck to the armband that came with it.

King Evander looked back at the crowd wondering if they saw what just happened and sighed, relief when he saw that the crowd did not see anything.

King Evander walked back into the room, turning the chain a few times over his hand making it shorter. Iris stayed on the floor, gasping for air.

The door to the balcony closed and King Evander grabbed Iris by her hair before sending his guards out, “leave us.”

Iris grabbed his hands where he was holding her by her hair, “please, I am sorry.”

Once the doors were shut, he brought her to her feet, still holding onto her hair and the chain, pulling it tight, partly restricting her airway, making her claw at his hands, pleading through chokes for mercy.

“Did I not make you a promise?” King Evander asked, ripping her dress off, leaving it hanging around her waist, exposing her full breast.

“I was going to make you my queen, but you are begging to be my bed slave instead,” he said angrily, grabbing a hand full of breasts, squeezing hard, making her flinch.

“Please have mercy,” she pleaded, barely able to get it out.

“I warned you I never break a promise,” King Evander said, shoving her to the ground to take his trousers off but her head hit the side of the armchair, knocking her out.

‘What is the use of teaching her a lesson if she is not going to remember it?’ King Evander asked himself, looking at her fragile form, adjusting his trousers again.

King Evander summoned his guard in again, “take her to my room.”

King Evander went to the dining hall where his sister was already waiting, “why were you not waiting with the guard to be presented to our new subjects?”

“Your subjects,” Marchelle said, picking at her food.

“Need I remind you who you are speaking to?” King Evander asked, not impressed with his older sister’s behavior and disrespect towards him, thinking, ‘if she can't respect me how am I going to get a whole new kingdom to respect me?’

“How is your new slave?” Marchelle asked, changing the subject.

“Soon to be your queen,” King Evander said, trying to put his sister in her place.

“You promised that I will be your queen,” Marchelle said, throwing down her fork.

“We were bloody kids! What will the people think?” King Evander said, realizing why his sister is angry at him.

“You don’t love me anymore! You just used me like you do your slaves! We are not even blood-related,” she cried.

“The people don’t know that and won’t believe it,” King Evander said, standing up again and walking over to her, kneeling at her chair, wrapping his arms around her, “you will always be my queen in my heart.”

Marchelle plated her fingers into his head before gripping them tightly and pulling his head so that his eyes were on hers, “promise?”

“Always,” he said, gathering her dress up before she pushed his face between her legs.

While King Evander pleasured his stepsister with his mouth his mind drifted off the softness of another woman, wondering, ‘how does Princess Cerena taste?’

Iris woke up, looking around, finding herself in a large bed. The room is unfamiliar, “where am I.” She remembered what happened and she looks down at herself, quickly putting her hands over her exposed breast then she takes them away again, not recognizing them as hers.

‘Why is my skin so light?’ she asked herself, getting up from the bed. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror of the vanity and ran over to have a better look, “I am Princess Cerena Valentine?” Iris touched her face where the blood already dried up, “ouch.”

Iris slapped herself thinking she is dreaming, ‘all of this is just a dream.’

‘That hurts, I am not dreaming, I am a princess. Not any princess, the one and only Cerena Valentine!’ she thought. Iris tries to adjust the dress over her exposed body, but it is no use. Iris looks around and then picked up the bedsheet, “this could pass as a cape.”

Iris took the torn dress off and then wrapped the bedsheets around her before taking the top layer and adjusting it around her like a cape.

After looking around for a way to escape she wondered if there will be any guards outside the bedroom. ‘Too risky to find out,’ she told herself as she walked over to the balcony doors and was about to open them when she remembered that there were guards on every balcony that she saw when she looked left and right.

Iris looked at the wardrobe and then gets inside of it, and thought, ‘maybe I can make them believe I escaped, and then they will all leave to look for me, hopefully giving me the opportunity to escape.’

Iris fell asleep in the wardrobe and only woke up at King Evander's roar, "you bloody useless waste of guards! Find her!"

Iris felt too scared to get out of the wardrobe, not knowing if the King is still in the room.

"Brother, let her go, you have me," Iris heard a woman's voice.

"We need her!" King Evander said, angry.

"Lay down, let me make you feel better like you did me earlier," Marchelle said, pressing him to the bed.

Iris listened to the violent lovemaking, thinking, 'is she crying?' Iris could not make out if the woman that called the King brother is crying or enjoying herself.

"You are the only one that understands me," King Evander said as he brutely made love to Marchelle, making her cry. "Cry for me, yes cry for me," Iris heard the King moan, followed by lashing sounds and sobs from the woman.

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