(Book 1.5 of the Mythology Series)
Amora was a slave that was abused mentally and physically. But even she knew that she was above these people when her body showed immense power at such a young age. It only took one man to guide her to her true pat...
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It was colder than usual tonight, making her skin feel like ice against the cool air. She looked at the small fireplace she'd built in her small prison room and noticed the light had begun to go out. Her vision was still efficient in the dark, making it easy for her to view her surroundings but without the fire, she would go cold.
She grabbed the pieces of hay that littered the floor and threw them inside the fire when she heard footsteps. Heavy footsteps. She stood and looked out the barred door to see her biggest tormentor grin as he unlocked her door. "Amora. You look beautiful this evening."
"Fuck you." Were her only words for Malachai. It made his grin disappear and an angry scowl appeared on his face. He immediately had her hair in a tight hold, asserting his dominance over the small demoness that feared nothing but the gods above her.
"You're lucky that the king is finally getting rid of you. You'll be someone else's burden and whore now and I expect you to act accordingly." He pushed her out of the cage after tightening the bracelet that suppressed her power. That suppressed who she really was. She'd tried to scratch it off a long time ago but the scars that littered her skin taught her a lesson.
The men in the cages next to her growled as they saw how Malachai handled the defenseless, innocent-looking girl. But many of them knew better and stayed quiet. They saw what she was capable of. Looks were deceiving. The woman was anything but innocent after 22 years of living. And Malachai had been the one to make sure of it.
She remained quiet as they made their way to the King's throne room, which she knew by heart. It was the only place she was allowed when they were having company. They'd doll her up, comb her beautiful strands of blonde hair, then put her in an elegant dress before it was removed by the highest bidder of the night to take away another part of her innocence. But tonight it felt different. A small part of her knew that tonight would be different.
She ignored the looks she was given as she continued to walk towards the man that she once called father. Now, it was just King Bitch, Queen Hag, and Princess Melody. Malachai forced her to her knees, making her bow to the Royal Family that she was a part of.
"Princess Amora." It sounded like venom coming from Steve's mouth as he announced her title, which was barely heard of anymore. It made her flinch softly, reminding her that this was her father. "Today we are to celebrate the betrothal of my daughter, Princess Amora, and King Draken of the North!" The crowd cheered loudly in the audience. Not for her, but for the alliance formed between the two kingdoms. The Dragon King was anything but kind, and now she was forced to spend eternity with him and his four wives.
She didn't cry. She didn't speak. Her mind only knew that this would have happened sooner or later. She knew that her father's friends would get tired and bored of her eventually until her father had finally sold her off to some prince or king overseas.
