The War Lord's Prize

Chapter Three

WELCOME TO CHAPTER THREE.

"... I had the most marvelous time, my dear," Mistress Elena concluded her narration of where she had been, but somehow ended up not telling me where she had been.

I swung my legs back and forth on the bed and clutched the satin bed covers in my hands.

"Where exactly were you, Mistress?" I questioned, keeping my voice soft so she wouldn't take offense.

"Have you not been listening to my words, darling?" She asked, finally coming out of her endless closet. It was like a different room, and any time I went in, I somehow couldn't make my way out of the expensive clothing and jewelry.

Her cobalt blue eyes gleamed in the dimly lit room. That was how she always liked it, and after spending years with her, I had no choice but to like it... I literally had no choice.

She began taking off her long golden earrings and I just watched her. Even while doing the most simple things, she never lacked grace and elegance.

She sighed deeply and tucked away a few strands of her long wavy white hair.
"Forget about me, how did you spend your time here while I was away?" She inquired, discarding the long thigh-high slitted skirt she was putting on, leaving her in just the tight bodysuit with the most beautiful golden detailing that accentuated her curves, and detachable sleeves that at this point were an essential in her every outfit.

"Well, I missed you," I told her, and I wasn't lying. I had missed her. She was the only person I ever related to, the only person I had around me always. It couldn't be helped.

A laugh bubbled from her throat, and she placed a hand on her chest.
"Oh, darling, I missed you so much too." She spread her arms, "Come give Mistress Elena a hug."

I stood from the large bed and made my way towards her, feeling like my feet would drown in the carpet's thickness. I wrapped my hands around her small waist, and she held me with one of hers while stroking my hair like she always did when I was younger.

Her signature long nails teased my scalp, and I breathed in her rosy scent. Madam Fray's words haunted me at that particular moment, and I hugged Mistress Elena tighter.

"Mistress," I called.

"Yes, darling."

I lifted my face from her body and tilted my head upwards to look at her, still keeping my hands around her.

"Will you ever sell me to one of the male fairies?" I asked, watching her face closely.

She tilted her head to the side and traced the side of my face with a long nail.
"You are too special for that, my love," she answered, her voice flowing over me like silk, reassuring me without the reassurance.

I feigned a smile, and she pressed the side of my face to her breasts.

"You are way too special for that," she repeated, stroking my hair softly.

We stayed that way for a while before she pulled away.

"I need to take a bath, darling. It's been a long journey," she muttered.

A long journey? Where did she go? I didn't want to ask her again, I certainly didn't want to upset her.

"You should get some sleep," she continued, moving back into her closet. "You're accompanying me somewhere tomorrow," her voice flowed from her closet.

I tensed. I loved accompanying Mistress Elena because it gave me the opportunity to see outside the walls of Ryauche, but most times it was to the palace.

I really didn't want to go there.

The memory of the king and princes undressing me with their eyes came back to haunt me, along with the memory of the last time we were there.

Mistress Elena was summoned by the queen, leaving me unguarded and unprotected from them.

Prince Ranesh, the firstborn child of the king and apparent heir to the throne, had ordered me to come into his chambers. Fear of his wrath if I declined forced me to comply. He was royalty, disobedience wouldn't be tolerated lightly.

In his extravagant chamber, he had not only fondled my breasts but had tried to undress me and suckle them.

My saving grace was that the dress Mistress Elena had given me that day was so tightly knotted by Madam Fray, who wanted me to choke to death; the only way to get me out of it was to rip it off me.

Ripping it meant exposing what he was doing to me, and Mistress Elena had influence in the court. She was respected, and her anger towards him would cost him.

Then, he asked me to take his cock in my mouth. I knew how to pleasure a man with my mouth. Mistress Elena had taught me using cucumbers and tools of different sizes. But when I got on my knees, and he released himself from his trousers, I forgot all I was taught. I didn't want to do it.

But I couldn't tell him that.

As soon as I wrapped my hand halfway around his outrageously large cock, he moved away from me with lightning speed and asked me to leave his chambers and go back to where he had called me from.

Mistress Elena was done with the queen and was now looking for me. When we met again, Mistress Elena was too excited by whatever the queen had told her that she didn't ask where I had been or why I looked like I had just seen the scariest thing on the planet.

That day I scrubbed my skin like I had never before.

I really didn't want to get back there ever again.

What if she left me alone again? Who knows what would happen this time?

I was so lost in bad memory land and questions that I didn't hear Mistress Elena call my name a couple of times, didn't hear anything until she cupped my face in her hands.

I jerked at the contact.

"Are you okay, my dear?" She asked tenderly.

I nodded against her hands.

She hummed, and without saying another word moved away from me, heading back to her closet.

"Mistress Elena, please may I ask if we're headed to the palace?"

I heard the sound of things crashing to the ground.

"Oh no! we aren't, darling."

My tense muscles softened.

"Where are we going then?" I asked.

"Get some rest, love. Tomorrow you'll get the answer to your question," she answered. "Where did I leave that invitation?" she muttered to herself.

I wondered where we were going tomorrow and went to sleep thinking of all the possible places.

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