The Princess Slave

Viktor POV

I was fuming with rage as I opened a mind link with Loren.

“Bring me Minerva,” I said. I was trying my best not to growl.. trying my best not to rip the desk to shreds.

How could Minerva act this way? She’s never been like this. Never. It was beginning to annoy me. Not only has she gone against my wishes and got near Violette.. but she continues to speak down to her and try to turn her against me.

“Yes, my King.” He responded.

She is upset.. angry even.. and I didn’t understand exactly why. Was it because of what I did with Minerva? It’s not like she didn’t know. Or was it because I took her virginity on the same desk? Did that disgust her?

I paced around my room.. I didn’t know what I was going to say or do with Minerva.. but she would not get away with this. Violette and I were on decent terms.. and now that was ruined. She looked fuming when she left. Hurt even.

Goddess, why do I even care? She was right.. she is my slave and it’s none of her business.. I should treat her as a slave but I don’t. Why?

I closed my eyes and prayed to the moon goddess for guidance. One of the things I found myself doing quite often when I was Arthur’s prisoner for years.. and I haven’t done it since I escaped.

“Tell me what to do. Why do I feel this way? I hate Violette one minute.. then the next I can’t bear to harm her. Why does it bother me so much that she’s upset? I should hate her. She’s the b***d of my enemy.. the man who took my whole world from me.. this must be some cruel Jo-” my prayer was cut short when Loren reopened the mind link.

“I have her, my King.” He said. I let out a sigh before I responded.

“Bring her in,” I said.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

The door opened and Loren walked in with Minerva.

“You may leave, Loren,” I said. He bowed his head before turning around and leaving Minerva and me alone. The look in her face was she realized Violette was gone was a triumphant one. She knew she had won whatever battle it was she had planned.

“My, king.. I’ve missed you, today.” She stepped closer to me but I held up a hand.

“What did I tell about my slave?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” She asked. I glared at her, my anger getting worse with each second I look at her. Why does she always do this? Why does she always pretend she’s done nothing wrong? It infuriates me so f*****g much.

“Do not act stupid with me, Minerva,” I growled.

“I’m sorry.. I was just angry. You let her stay in your chambers without you.. you let her sit at the desk we make love on.. you-“

“We do not make love, Minerva. I’ve told you this too many times. I will only make love to my mate. Maybe I shouldn’t have even pursued you in the first place. That was a mistake on my part, I know. I was lonely, you were there.. a good friend of mine.. but I will not have you throw that in the face of every girl that comes near me. She is my slave.. you know the rules.” I said.

“She is too comfortable for a slave.” She said. I rubbed my forehead with my hand and sighed.

“You do not get to storm into the King’s chambers and demand his slave to do anything. I told you to stay away from her.. yet you didn’t listen. Was the punishment the other night not good enough? I thought I’d made myself pretty f*****g clear.” I growled. I was beginning to see red as I looked at her. All I wanted was to rip her up by her throat and toss her away from me:

“Why does it upset you so much? If she is truly your slave, you would treat her as such. She wouldn’t be in the same corridor as you, let alone allowed to be in your chambers by herself. What if she tries to steal something? Or tries to plant a trap to have you killed?” She asked. I scoffed at her attempts to make Violette look bad. I knew Violette would never do such a thing. She took a few steps closer to me and I backed up.

“You do not get to decide what I do with my slave, Minerva. Besides, she would never get away with anything if she tried.” I said.

“She’s done something to you.. you’re not the same. Maybe she’s spelled you, or I don’t know.. but this is not how you used to be.” She said as she shook her head.

“You’re right.. this isn’t how I used to be. Do you want to know why? Because I was tortured for years. I’ve changed.” I growled.

“And you realize who did that, right? The very same man whose daughter is your slave! It doesn’t make sense! Why are you like this with her? You should be yelling at her! Whipping her! F**k, just kill her already! She doesn’t deserve to be alive! Why don’t you see that?” She asked.

“Do not question me, Minerva. You’re treading on a very fine line here.” I snapped.

“I’m sorry.. just.. let me make it up to you. Please. I won’t do it again..” she said but I shook my head. There’s no way I’m letting her get away with this. Disobedience is one of my biggest pet peeve’s.

“No, you will be punished for this,” I said. She looked at the desk and I laughed.

“No, not on the desk, Minerva. Let’s go.” I said. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the door. I opened it and walked her out, then turned to Loren.

“Take her to the dungeon. She can spend a couple of nights there.” I said.

“What? No! You’re being ridiculous, Viktor!” She yelled.

“I am your king. Do not make this any worse than it already is.” I snapped. Loren grabbed her wrist and she tried to pull away. I grabbed her throat, making her look me in the eyes as she choked for air.

“Stop. Fight it and I’ll make it a week.” I snapped. She nodded her head, her eyes teary and wide with fear and anger. I let her go and she choked as she gasped in air, falling to the floor.

“Take her,” I said.

“Yes, my king,” Loren replied. He grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her up. As they walked off, my eyes shifted to Violette’s door. Her guards stood there looking straight ahead as if nothing happened. I wanted to go to her, to see if she was okay but I shook my head and went back into my chambers.

I walked over to the book she was reading.. it was one of my sister’s favorites, and now it is ruined. I gathered the pages she had sitting next to it neatly, opened the book, and found where they were ripped from. After I’d placed them back in their place.. I walked into my office and sat it back in its place on the shelf.

My eyes wandered over to the desk. Then, without a second thought, I opened a mind link with Cedric.

“Will you exchange the desk in my office for the one in my father’s study?” I asked. If it bothers her that much.. I’ll remove this desk. Minerva certainly won’t be getting near it again.

“Yes, my king. I was just headed your way anyways.” He replied quickly.