The Slave and The King

The Arival

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The picture is of The King.

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"Wake up Mandy! Wake up!" Isabella screamed while shaking her sister. Mandy simply groaned before opening her eyes.

"What is it Bella?" She asked groggily.

"The King is coming and we need to be downstairs in half an hour! Get up and get dressed! Now!"

"Oh gosh!" Mandy said while quickly getting out of bed. "What should I wear? Do I have enough time to curl me hair? What about makeup? Bella I don't have enough time!" Isabella saw her sister begin to freak out.

"Calm down Mands. It'll be okay. Quickly take a shower while I set out a dress for you. Don't worry about makeup. Just dry your hair and get dressed. I'll see you down there when your down. Don't worry." Isabella calmly said to her sister. Mandy nodded her head before rushing into the shower. Isabella went to their closet and picked out a simple white summer dress for her sister with white sandals. She also laid a pretty pink bow beside it for Mandy's hair.

Now that Mandy was taken care of Isabella needed to get ready. She changed out of the flour covered clothes she was wearing and went in search of something to wear. Everything she owned was second hand from other pack members. She looked for a presentable dress but only found ripped or stained clothes. Finally she found a ruffled black skirt and red button down top that would work. She quickly put the skirt on and realized it was a little short, it barely covered her unmentionables. Her height always made it hard to find skirts that fit. Without another option she kept the skirt on and buttoned up the shirt. She braided her hair and put on black flats. No need to increase her already six foot height.

Once dressed she made her way back into the kitchen. Breakfast was ready and sitting in the oven so it didn't get cold. She grabbed the plates and silverware and began setting the table.

"What do you think you're doing bitch?" Rebecca hissed at Isabella.

"I'm setting the table for his majesty." Isabella replied while continuing her work. She adjusted the runner on the table before placing more plates down.

"I can see that you idiot. I'm not blind. I was wondering why you're dressed like a slut and not wearing your collar." Rebecca glared menacingly at Isabella.

Shit! The collar symbolized her slavery. Normally she didn't need to wear it but since the King was coming it was mandatory.

"I will go put it on now." Isabella responded. She put the plates down and rushed from the room before Rebecca could make another comment about her or her clothes.

Back in their tiny room she began searching for the collar. She checked underneath both her sisters small bed and her own. Nothing. She looked in the dresser next to the door but it was not there either. She began searching the small closet when Mandy came back from the bathroom.

"What are you looking for Bella?"

"The collar. I need to find it! Have you seen it anywhere?" Isabella asked. She kneeled on the floor and began looking on the floor of the closet.

"Wait! I think I saw by the shoes. Check there." Mandy said before running over to help Isabella check the bottom of the closet. Sure enough the plain black collar was squished between a pair of tennis shoes.