(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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If you'd told Amora that she'd be ruling a kingdom a week ago, she would've laughed in your face before slamming her cage door shut in your face. Most people in the kingdom frowned down upon her and her attire. She dressed much more modest and Queen like than everyone else. Even her husband. Everyone else wore animal skin whilst their hair was down with few braids. To her, it was savage-like. But she still saw the beauty in it.
Others called her a snob, or thought she believed she was better than them. In reality, she knew she was better than them, she just never acted that way. With her head held high, she calmly made her way to Draken's meeting room. There was only men there, all looking at her in shock or anger when they saw her small form enter with a beautiful dress that stopped at her feet but contained a long slit up her thigh.
"Draken." The King would have cut off her head if she was any other woman. But instead, a mischievous look developed in his eye with a small grin.
"My Queen. We are in the middle of a meeting-"
Amora hushed the old man with a gaze of her hand. "I am well aware that you are in a meeting, Chatan. I want to know why I wasn't informed that there would be a meeting." Her hard tone made all the men swallow, except Draken of course.
"What goes on in the King's meetings is no concern for a woman-" Alexander, Draken's third in command began, but she immediately hushed him too.
"Do not tell your Queen where her place is, Alexander. It will get you nowhere but six feet under a cave. I've realized I've been far too lenient with the actions of my subjects in this kingdom. I have let go of the snide remarks. I've even ignored the laziness of your wives when it comes to things around this castle because People get tired and they deserve a break sometimes. But to purposely do it to spite me, is where I draw the line. This kingdom doesn't represent me, it represents your king. And as his Queen, it also makes me look bad."
"Your majesty-" Amora growled at Alexander in annoyance at his interruption.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" He stayed silent with a look of disdain clear in his eyes. "I didn't think so. Things will change around here men of the King's council, whether you like it or not. You will soon realize that I am not your enemy, but your ally. However, I will not tolerate disrespect from those below me. And neither will I tolerate disrespect towards your king."
The dominance leaked from her pores freely as she claimed her place beside Draken. He was utterly surprised when she'd taken a seat in his lap since there wasn't a seat next to his. His fingers felt the soft material of her dress and skin as her leg was exposed for the room to see.
