The Princess Slave

Violette POV

“What happened?” I asked Lillian as I lay in bed.

“I don’t think we should talk about this right now, Princess. You need to get better.” She said nervously. Something about the way she was acting told me I wasn’t going to like whatever it was.

“I remember lying in the tub, and then you came back in, and then it’s blurry from there. Did I fall in the bath?” I asked and she shook her head. I was trying to piece together whatever happened.. it’s there on the tip of my tongue but for some reason I couldn’t remember it.

“No.. and I didn’t come back.” She said.

“Yes, you.. you were massaging my scalp then.. then you.. shoved my head under the water..” I looked at her warily as it slowly came back to me.

“No, Princess! It wasn’t me, I would never! It was Gregor!” She shrieked in horror.

“Gregor? But he would never do that to Father.” I shook my head. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and held my hand to it, Lillian noticed instantly and got up to make my herb drink.

“Violette.. I think your Father sent him..” she whispered.

“What? No. He can be horrible sometimes.. but he’d never kill his own family.. I’m all he has left.” I said. I coughed as the pain in my chest got slightly worse.

“Then why was Gregor here? Why did he try to kill you?” She asked. She walked over with the drink and I took it, pouring it into my mouth quickly so I don’t vomit from its taste. Goddess, that’s awful.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I-I don’t know! But it can’t be right. No. Where’s the king? I need to see him. I need to see Gregor.” I handed her the cup and got up from the bed and stormed to the door.

“No, you can’t go see him! He’s dead, you can’t even talk to him.” She said as she rushed towards me.

“I need to see his face for myself. I don’t care, Lillian. I’m going.” I said and opened the door. I stormed down the hallway to the king’s room and stared at Loren.

“I need to speak with him,” I said.

“He’s busy right now.” He said. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. And winced in pain.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes, please just get him..Tell him it’s important. Please.” I begged and he took a deep breath before nodding his head. His eyes glazed over and within seconds he opened the door and waved me through.

Minerva stood in the corner of the room adjusting her dress.. that’s.. disgusting. Now I know the type of “special friend” she meant she was.

“Minerva get out.” He growled. She glared at me as she walked by and the door slammed behind me.

“You had something important to talk about, apparently?” He asked.

“Y-yes.. I need to see him.. Gregor.” I said.

“Why?” He growled as if the mention of Gregor angered him. He should be happy. He was getting his wish for me to be dead.

“I need to see that it was really him.. that.. my Father had him try to kill me.. because I know Gregor would never turn against Father,” I said. I tried my best to hide my emotions and stand tall as a Princess should.

“Fine. You want to see him, you can.” He growled. He grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the room. He pulled me downstairs and across the castle to the dungeon. I didn’t understand why he felt the need to be so rough..

“Here he is.” He grunted as we stepped into a cell. The cell had a cot on it with a white sheet covering a massive lump in the cot.

He lifted the sheet and when I saw his face my fears were confirmed. I stared at his half-ripped-off head with so much hate. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. I just stared at Gregors lifeless body with such anger.

I began punching his hard chest forcefully, crying with every swing.

“Violette..” Master whispered but I just couldn’t stop. He tried to kill me. He almost succeeded. My father tried to kill me. There’s no way Gregory would betray my father. He truly is a monster.

I slammed my fists into him over and over, master reached over and tried to stop me.. I was feeling so much hatred. I couldn’t bring myself to stop. I was seeing red and nothing could come between me and hurting Gregor.. even if he couldn’t feel it.

“Violette, stop.” Viktor growled. He faced me towards him and I started punching his chest.

“Violette.” He fought with my hands until he had them trapped tightly in his and I was pressed up against him screaming and thrashing.

“Violette, I said stop!” He growled in my face. My eyes met his and for a moment I forgot where I was.

“I-I’m so sorry.. master.. I’ll take.. any punishment y-you have.” I sobbed. I felt like my entire world was crashing down around me. Everything just seems to be going horribly wrong.

“Just go back to your chambers. Forget this happened and move on.” He said. Forget it? How would I ever forget it? I almost died..

“Yes.. master.” I looked at him with hatred in my eyes and I’d hoped and prayed he’d notice.

“You may leave.” He said. I walked as quickly as I could out of the dungeon and across the castle. By the time I was by the King’s chambers, Minerva was standing outside.

“You interrupted a very romantic lovemaking session.” She growled. I nodded my head because that’s all I can do, and continued walking.

“Slave bitch, I was talking to you.” She said. I turned around and smiled at her, which clearly seemed to annoy her even more.

“Why don’t you answer?” She asked.

“Because she was given strict rules not to speak with anyone except the king, Minerva. Leave her alone.” Loren said.

“Oh, shut it Loren. I’ll do as I please. She’s a whore slave who can’t please the King, and she’s not allowed to speak. Such a great slave, huh?” She joked.

“From what I’ve noticed lately neither have you, Minerva. Now you best get out of here before he comes back. He won’t be happy to find out your tormenting his slave.” Loren growled. It was nice to have someone stick up for me besides Lillian. I feel like a cast out in this place.no didn’t belong her and everyone treated me that way.

“How dare you talk to me like that? You have no right!” She screeched. Loren just rolled his eyes and waved me on.

Now I know I’ll have even more trouble if the King decides to break me in.. which could be at any given time seeing as I’m still his slave. I haven’t even slept with him and she already hates me. Can’t wait to see her when it’s happened. That’ll be fun.

I walked into my chambers and leaned against the door as tears fell down my cheeks. I looked around, but Lillian has since left. She probably got called to help Beatrice.

With this alone time, all I could do was cry. Was my Father really such a horrible man? Would he really be so low as to have me killed? Gregor cared for me.. at least I believed he did. He always helped me when Father was taking his anger out on me, but he was more loyal to my Father than anyone else.

Maybe he thought he was helping me by taking my life.

I am so conflicted with these thoughts.. but there’s one thing I know for certain.

He wouldn’t have attempted to take my life if my Father hadn’t given him the job.