Chapter Fifty-Two

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 I feel broke.
Like I'm half of a whole.
Without you, I've got no hand to hold.
Without you, I feel torn.
Like a sail in a storm.
Without you, I'm just a sad song.
I'm just a sad song. 

~ Sad Song, We the Kings

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**Harry's POV**

I was awakened from the sound of my door closing softly, and the light piercing through my eye lids. I groaned as I slowly sat up, opening my eyes to let them adjust. 

Sitting in a chair across from the bed was the King, staring off into space. 

"Hello my King," I said, stiffiling a yawn. I was the King's adviser and best friend, he hadn't visited me in a while, and I hadn't really thought about it. A lot was happening around the castle, and in whole underland. The King really needed someone help.

"Hello," he answered.

I waited for him to start talking but nothing came out.

"Are you okay," I asked finally.

"I don't know," he said, confused. "I don't know what's happening to me."

"What do you mean?"

"I feel weird," he said, looking over to me.

"I don't understand," I told him, peering into his face, he looked perfectly normal, just a little tired.

"There a girl," he said. I nodded. "I, I act odd around her. She makes me so, horny or happy or something. I just want to take her to my bed."

"Who is it," I asked, cautiously.

"My personal slave," he told me, "Alexandria. I- I don't know. I felt something since the first day when she stood up to me. So much has happened between us, but she's afraid of me, and I don't want her to be."

I nodded, and told him to keep going.

"I treat her like anyone else," he told me, "I threw her in the dungeon, and I whipped her."

"For punishment," I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "I shocked her for a crowd.  And I..."

"What," I asked.

"I kissed her," he said.

I sucked in a breath, "and how did she handle it?"

"She, I, We," started the King, "She bit my tongue, and I threw her into a wall."

I didn't know what to say.

"I took her back here, and chained her to her bed," he told me.

"Is that where she is now," I asked.

"No, she's just locked in now," the King told me, "I don't know what to do. Should I just make her work for me again like nothing happened, or do I make her my queen, or slut."

We sat in silence, as I compiled an answer, and the King waited for one.

"Why don't you do something nice for her," I said quietly.

"You think that's a good idea," asked the King perking up.

"Yeah, but make sure she knows that its in exchange for something. Let her know that you're in charge."

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