(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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Amora
Amora hugged the dark, emerald green dress to her chest, smiling softly at how well it complemented her C-cup breasts. She slipped on the golden ring Draken had gifted her when a familiar woman entered the room with a bow. She remembers it to be the woman who had helped her unpack her things a month ago when she had first moved into the castle.
The woman's eyes held fear the closer she got to Amora and Amora knew why. It was her aura and presence that made the woman cower. "My Queen. His Majesty has requested your presence in his study." Amora hummed softly before nodding.
"What is your name?" She asked the elder woman.
"Devana, your majesty."
"Don't be so fearful of me Devana. There is nothing to be afraid of. Tell the King that I will be there in a moment. I have something to take care of." She nodded and scurried off as fast as her short, chubby legs could take off. It confused her a lot when those around her feared her, but then again it was almost exhilarating.
After sorting the maids and servants out, she dismissed them to do their assigned tasks. She had learned of a place called The Unfortunate, harboring children that weren't wanted by anyone. It saddened her to hear such things about this place and its small traditions. It infuriated her. Amora had Devana and Mary assist her to the place and she wasn't happy with what she saw.
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The place and children were unkempt, both dirty and in rags that covered their small bodies. A few children cried in cots that were too small for them to move around. She knew that winter would be horrible for them since they had nothing. They all looked malnourished and Amora took it upon herself to fix that. Change. There would be a lot of change in Draken's kingdom with his new queen and he didn't mind one bit.
She met him in his study as she said, an annoyed expression on her face before her eyes laid on his exposed torso. She was used to seeing his enormous biceps on display from his clothing but his entire body looked as though it was made by the gods themselves. A small blush coated her cheeks as she looked away. He gave her a small smirk before looking over the folder that sat on his desk.
"Why do you always look away from me Amora?"
"You aren't decent..." She mumbled. She had seen men naked before but this time it was different. This time it was a man she actually liked and not despised. He was sculpted to perfection and she knew that his large build wasn't the only thing large.
Her demon hated the feelings she had begun to develop for the Dragon King. She had gone so long without showing emotion other than hate, that it was confusing. She could only accept the small fact that a larger part of her was willing. It was willing to feel something other than hate and anger. She wanted to give and receive love and feel the affection she never experienced.
"I am yours, Amora. You can gaze at me whether I am naked or in bundles of cloth. It makes no difference." He stated with no hesitation. That's when she realized that she hadn't been the only one catching these feelings. It brought many questions.
"Why are you so accepting of me?" She asked softly. "You freed me with the knowledge of knowing what I am with no fear. No fear that I'd possibly kill you in your sleep or something." He only chuckled.
"There are far more worst things that can kill me, Amora. I am as fond of you as you are of me, so I can't fear you." He made a point and she rolled her eyes. Stupid fucking feelings. "If you were uncomfortable in my kingdom you would've escaped a week ago after I took off that bloody bracelet."
She gave him a small smirk. "What is it that you needed to talk about, your greatness?"
"Us. I know that you are battling your demons, however we must face the fact that I am a king. If we cannot provide an heir, then I'd have to make Rowan Crown Prince."
She looked at him confused. "I thought the first borns are always next in line." He shook his head.
"Rowan isn't legitimate. Cara worked in a brothel when I met her." Amora snorted at that.
"And let me guess. The kingdom wasn't too happy about that."
"Not until they saw she was pregnant with Rowan, yes. There is no harm in trying to have children, Amora. If you need more time, I understand." She hated him for those words. She hated how perfect and understanding he was to her. Why couldn't he just be like the other men?
A solemn expression came on her face as she remembered her fate. "I can't have children Draken. It just wasn't a blessing given to me."
"How do you know for sure-"
"Because of my father. He believed that since I was so special, he'd see if I could have a child." Draken saw the tears threatening to escape her beautiful blue orbs and he dropped the subject.
"When we raid his castle, I will leave him just for you. He has caused you more pain then one could suspect." He muttered, filling in the small blanks of her relationship with her father. It was him. He tried to get her pregnant but she just wasn't able to, before he passed her along to his men to have in the small arena that held the stories of terrible things inside.
