When In Rome, Do As The Romans

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 of the story I'd promised. The rest will be up soon.

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"You will love me, eventually. Should you so soon learn to stop resisting."

He held her firmly in place over the table, slowly sliding out of her. She glared at him and scowled, knowing well that it was much out of place for someone of her caste. He wouldn't punish her too harshly for her behavior, she knew that. His hazel eyes stared at her contentedly under his short, shaggy black hair. She pulled down her Servant Robes and quickly turned to leave. He pulled her back and snaked an arm around her waist.

"I've yet to dismiss you. You are not to leave yet." he said, pulling her closer to him.

"Yes, my Prince." she muttered begrudgingly.

He held her against him, her back to his chest. She could feel the sweat dripping down his body as his muscles tensed and relaxed. She hated being here. It reaked of sex and sweat. Everywhere she looked, a guardsman or noble had a servant girl pinned to some sort of surface area. It was not too uncommon to see a group of men with one female. They could not resist. They would be punished.

"Men are nothing more than inbred mutts looking for the next bone to chew." She said only just loud enough for the prince to hear her.

He chuckled and lowered his head, whispering into her ear. 

"If I am a dog, I am a powerful one. I get what I want, when I want it. Money, sex, and power at my disposal and men who would throw their lives to protect me whether I need it or not." He grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him. "The only difficult aspect here is you." 

"And I would gladly continue to be most difficult. I will not submit to you, lowly Prince." she spat.

"You will submit in other ways."

His hand slid down her leg and he lifted it to his waist. Holding it against him, he rubbed two fingers of his free hand slowly against her. She growled at him. She could not fight him off, he was much stronger than she was. He sat her back down on the table with her leg still around his waist. 

"You will love me, Katalina."

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"Katalina, wake up!" 

She opened her eyes slowly and looked around.

"Katalina, hurry! The king is looking for you and he doesn't seem too happy."

Hernessa rushed out of the room and Katalina sat up from her cot, stray hairs sticking to her face. She wiped the sweat from her face with her gown and rushed to put on approapriate attire. She pulled off her gown and threw on her tattered servant robes. She tied her long, brown hair into a ponytail and rushed off to the King's quarters.

"Katalina, you neglected to finish your share of the cleaning again!" he said. Katalina rolled her eyes and sighed.