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The King's Slave

THis book- oh my lord this book.

it made me mad, so damn mad. I was furious at this book- at the way the king treated her (read it you'll know- you'll even understand when I talk about 'that scene' that 'horrid scene' my lord I've never sworn so much in my life.)

My heart was in my throat, twists came and went- some made sense, some didn't, but nontheless this book made me so confused, angry, furious, sad, happy, lovey dovey, pissed, angry, happy and the cycle repeated like a spin wash.

My flex of emotions were new to me and after a while I couldn't finish the book.

I know, I know "Why put it in here if you didn't finish it? Or like it?"

Maybe, because I want other people to go through my own derail of rationality or because I don't know how I really feel about the novel, or because this is hte most recent book, I've read and havent read since then. 

YOU decide.

ps. the patriarchal promotion in this book made the feminist in me scream with anger. "DOn't worry, he'll take care of us." That one line was repeated so many times throughout the book, that I started to foam at the mouth with rapid anger. WHy the hell can't the girl protect herself? Regardless of the time period, or whatever, she can still throw a few punches, kick a few shins cant she? instead of fainting and crying like a baby.

okay, angry rant over.#

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"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch.

"Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren.

The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down.

"Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted.

There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom.

*A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*