𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬// 𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

«𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆»

  ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ.
ɪ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴅᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀᴇᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ!
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     ESTELLE STUMBLED over her feet, wailing, as the king manhandled her. "Release me!"
      Turning a deaf ear to her, he threw the rigid doors open and forced Estelle into his bedroom. Estelle tumbled to the ground, her hands and knees chafing against the abrasive surface. Estelle glimpsed tearfully up at Zuko, her eyes following him as he rummaged through the chest. He pulled a branding iron from the wooden box and Estelle's stomach churned as she felt a dizzying sense of fear.
      "What are you going to do with that?" Estelle faltered, quivering.
     "What it was contrived to do, to indicate ownership." Zuko intoned, heating the metal over some coals.
     "No, no, no!" Estelle repeated, appearing ugly with tears.
     "You belong to me, Estelle. If branding you is what I have to do, then I'll do so. I despise your tears darling, but I want everyone to be aware that you are mine." Zuko sighed, pursing his lips.
     "Do anything but this!" She cried, begging on her hands and knees
     Zuko lets the iron fall to the ground and nears Estelle, squatting before her. He took a hold of her chin and forced her to notice his presence, "anything?"
     "Yes, my king." Estelle agreed, unmindful of the imminent and dreadful future.
     Zuko edged nearer, leering lasciviously, before snatching her from the floor and tossing her on his bedding. Estelle glanced up at the man, feeling apprehensive as his hands crept down from her well-rounded hips up to her breast, becoming sensible to what's transpiring. She writhed beneath him and loosened her leg, striking him with her foot. Zuko staggered back, his hand clasping his jaw that hung stunned. His hand receded away, smudged with the blood that dribbled from his busted lip. He grinned immensely, huffs of noise passing through his blood-stained teeth, and sweeped the still burning iron from its place on the ground. He flounced towards Estelle and confined her hips with his. Zuko grinded his erection against her, tilting his head back with a pleased hum. 
     "Wanna be rough," He huffed, "I can be rough too you dirty whore." 
     Zuko pushed the skirt of her dress above her pelvis, unveiling her cloth cunny. Wettening his lips with his tongue, his finger pressured and rubbed against Estelle's clit. Her breath delayed before she instantly lurched away. 
     He chuckled, "seems you have made your decision hm?" 
     Zuko hoists the branding iron back. Estelle thrashed underneath him, whining with panic, as her hand fisted at his chest.
     "Please-"
     Estelle choked on her pleads as the metal melted her unmarked skin, screaming in anguish. She felt nauseated and faintish with the pain and the putrid smell, her brain was frantic before it went black and Estelle fell limp. 

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   Estelle laid with her eyes shut, listening to conversation that was befalling.
   "My apologies, but what you executed was harsh for Estelle's strained body. She could've gotten a serious infection, my king."
   "Strained?" The king's question, confusingly.
   "Yes, from the current and past events."
   The king hummed, "she needed to know who she belonged to, though it wasn't intended to make her ill."
   "There are other ways to show your love than hurting the one you care for so dearly, sire. Like marriage. "
    Their voices quietened before the king spoke.
     "Is she going to be well?" Zuko worried, the bed sagging beneath his weight and his fingers caressing through her hair.
     "As long as we keep an eye on the mild fever she has, she should be."
     "Thank you, doctor."
     Estelle has never heard the king be so genuine and worried, his behavior is rather aloof and haughty.
     "Of course, it's my pleasure."
     Estelle hears the door click shut, the doctor had left. The king's lingering hand lowered to her forehead.
     "You're still quite feverish," Zuko said saddeningly, "I promise to take care of you, isn't that what you do when you love someone? Though I've been rather relentless towards you, inconsiderate of your feelings and acting beastly, and I apologize for that. Yet I don't apologize for hurting the ones who doubt my love for you and the ones who desire you aswell, your mine and I'm yours. This is an odd emotion for me to feel since I never received it from who should've loved me. I'll stop my blathering and you should stop pretending you're asleep."
     Estelle eyes opened, her body aching with sickness and her body impatient to stretch her limbs.
     Zuko stared tenderly and his lips pulled heavenwards, "are you hungry?" 
     Her head bobbed, agreeing, feeling dopey.
     "Feel good darling, the medication must've kicked in." Zuko chuckled, standing from the bed and amblimg over to the door.
     Estelle bore her eyes into the ceiling, emotionless.
      'This man will never change, he'll crave for more than what I'll give and I'm not willing to give much—succumbing to his selfishness and ruining my life once again.' 

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Apologize for the overdue chapter and it's shortness. Enjoy!

||Published: January 16, 2023||
||Count of Words: 861||