The Untold Story of Princess Amberlina (NEW AND UPDATED!!!)

The Final Destination (Part 2)

My head felt like it was going to explode any minute and my eyes weren't opening properly. I wiggled around and I could tell I was on a bed. Suddenly the feeling of restraint made me anxious. My leg was raised and needles punctured my wrist. It smelled exactly like the infirmary back at Skystone. Great, I was rescued.

I didn't fully open my eyes until a while later but when I did a light penetrated through, making them close as soon as they opened. After a little bit my eyes got used to it. I heard disembodied voices around me. I need to get out of here, I need to find a way to escape. I remember rumors of poorer kingdoms resorting to human trafficking, inhumane human experiments and selling internal human organs for profit. These thoughts corrupt me.

"Seems like she's awake." A hoarse voice said, awfully close to me. I struggled but not only was it painful but they made sure to lock me down good.

"Move along," A familiar sound fills me head. I replay the voice over and over again. It was Leo. Who does this guy think he is?

"It seems we've got another one." Someone fully opened my eyes and all I could see was an unusually large figure, he probed my sore eyes. With every passing second, I felt reality kick in and I started feeling more like myself.

"Now tell me, what is a delicate maiden, like you, doing roaming the forests?" He humiliated, and raucous laughter followed.

Instead of an answer, I just looked away, showing anger with all my face muscles tensing up in my forehead. My fist balled up. There was more than a few people in the room and their eyes in the room were focused on me like I was a piece of meat. For the first time, I felt shameful and futile. I absolutely didn't want to be pitied.

"Why do you care? Why didn't you just leave me to die?" I slurred, without thinking twice.

He hesitated, almost as if he looked to his side for some type of approval.

"Keep your head high damsel, you're much more useful alive than dead." He reasoned. They chuckled again. I never knew that someone could be this rude.

"It's decided that you'll work within our castle, cleaning and washing. But you'll be specially assigned to my room." He said with the brightest smile.

"So basically, you're making me a slave, your slave?!" I blurted. Again with the snickers.

He can't just force me to work, and if I refuse, will he kill me? Psh.

"Of course, you'll be a slave, you'll be working 'round the castle, as for being my slave, you won't be at service, most of the time." He said, so full of himself.

Most of the time? Who does he think he is? He saved me and now he thinks he owns me? I'd be better off dead.

"So, do you have a name? Or shall I just assign you one?" He stood conceitedly.

"Heather, Jessica, or Victoria?" He pondered with his crew. I scoff.

"Do I look like a whore to you?" My fingers grip tightly to the sheets.

"Well, personally," He smirks at me then to back at his crew.

Just one more tick on this time bomb and it's not going to be pretty. I'm getting pretty tired of his narcissistic getup.

"With ripped clothing and your slender build, *snickers*, you might as well be mistaken as one of the little ladies at the brothel." He laughs pitifully.

"Listen here, Leo, I am not one of your little promiscuous women running around, desperately needing your attention, who is blindly serving you. I will not work for you and you can't force me to do so otherwise. I am not your "damsel" and I absolutely do not need saving. So if you just let me go, I'll be on my way." I cracked.

The room was filled with mocking oohs followed by loud cackling of large men. My face feels burning red and I'm about to explode! Why isn't anyone taking me seriously?!

"Oh dear, it looks like my damsel here is making a fuss." He looks at me like i'm incompetent, clueless and most of all weak.

He walks closer to the left side of my bed and my eyes dart to his hands. He reaches over to my face and my eyes widen in shock. Leo gently uses the back of his hand to caress the side of my face. His hands felt like ice against the burning lava I call my cheek.

"Alright, I've decided to let you use your name, you've proven your adequacy. What is your name?" He looked like he was talking to a child. 

"SPEAK UP, The prince is talking to you!" A big and hairy man shouted. 

Puh-pp-prince? Um no, that is no prince. A prince at least should have some decency, but this being is very far-fetched from any type of royalty.