The Vaelrn family. The original rulers of the Clover Kingdom. Was all massacred, along with the dragons that were only tamed by them. The ruler now, King Augustus, had no idea that there was one left alive.
The Black Bulls and some of The Golden Da...
WARNING ⚠️ MENTIONS OF S*XUAL ASSAULT AND R*PE! DON'T READ IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS TOPIC I'll warn to start to finish.
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Y/n's POV:
You woke up to your head to your head throbbing in pain. It was nothing you've ever not experienced before, but it still hurt every time. When you got back to your senses, your eyes widened in shock when you were in an unfamiliar room. Your wrists were in chains and the long chain was tied to the bed post. It was one long enough for you to cross the room and that was it.
" It's about time you woke up," A male voice was heard beside you.
He was sat in a chair with his arms crossed, his pale blonde hair sat messily over his forehead. You were about to speak but nothing came out, which confused you. He let out an amused chuckle and sat up, " Can't talk? Thank my Father's magic for that. It makes sure you can't scream for help,"
You sent him a harsh glare and realised in that moment that you were nothing without your magic or dragons. You were powerless. However you tried to act tough by glaring at him.
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He grabbed your chin and inspected you closely, humming in interest. " You'll do great bearing my children. Great looks and a great body," He told you that you were going to be his wife next week and your body froze in shock.
His grimoire glowed and your hand was stuck to the bed. It was mud magic and this once was really sticky. He straddled your hips, loving the sight of you still in your thin nightgown and traced his finger from your jawline and down to in between your breasts. " If you're 19 now, then in my eyes, you're old enough to bear my first child and to mark you mine,"
" And even if you didn't agree, I'm the prince and I do what I want,"
That day was the worst day of your life. He did it over and over again, traumatising your soul and body.
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The next day, you were still recovering on your own from yesterday. Your body ached along with your legs and you could barely look at yourself the same. Yet the entire time of being alone, you only wanted one person. Yuno. He was always there for you more than you realised and now you just wanted him comfort.
Since Evrin was always out, you were stuck in his room chained to the bed. The only farthest you could go was across the bedroom and into the bathroom that was attached. Even if you could escape, there were guards outside of the doors and hallways.
The door opened and Davian walked in. You glared at him, knowing he was the reason why you were here and the reason from what you had been through. He hated you looking at you like that, the guilt was to much for him. He cleared his throat and sat on the bed, placing a tray off food and a drink beside you.
You refused to look at him, his betrayal hurt physically. It was silent for a moment, then he finally spoke, " Are you alright? " You just scoffed at the question and finally met his gaze, " Do you think I'm alright? Your brother he -," You stopped for a moment, your throat burning from concealing sobs, " He did something my body will never forget, because of you,"
Davian looked at the floor once again, all he looked was guilty. He glanced at the chains that were trapped around your wrists and that's when he realised himself that this was wrong. He never should have listened to his Father and he didn't deserve his Father's trust.
Davian whispered, " The magic around the chains are limited by fire. If you make them hot enough, the spell will break,"
You were surprised by his sudden change of action but was still suspicious. He handed you a whistle to blow in, earning him a look of confusion, " You'll need it, " Was all he said before he walked out.
Taking his words into consideration, you looked around the room and stopped looking when your eyes caught on the fire lit torches that brought light into the darker areas of the room. You walked over and had to force yourself closer and grabbed the torch.
Then you dropped it onto the rug. You did that with each of them and soon the fire lit up the whole room. Everything burnt and fell and the magic around your chains broke and then finally shattered, taking the chains along with it. The fire touched your skin, the warmness felt calming and it didn't hurt a bit.
The guards tried to run into the room but the fire stopped him from doing so. You ran out onto the balcony and looked at the whistle, realising what it was for. To call your dragons.
You placed the bone like whistle to your lips and blew as hard as you could. The sound must have echoed through the entire kingdom because it was loud.
Miles away into the clover kingdom, your dragons shot up from the sound and didn't waste no time to fly and get you.
