The Fate In Us

Chapter Eight

Mojina Kingdom

Monjina Kingdom ran off of slavery and nothing more than that. It was a painful city, like Stirlana. Ray was the prince there; his tan skin was flawless and his brown hair was always perfectly combed back. He was a complete asshole to his people, while he was a charming prince to Zahannah.

tab Zahanna approached the front doors of the palace and went to knock, but was grabbed by the throat. "What's this? A slave escaping their quarters?" A guard shook her around, his eyes on her breasts as they bounced.

Zahannah kicked him in the balls as her wig fell off. "Get your grimy hands off of me! I am Princess Zahannah of Stirlana Kingdom!"

"Zahannah?" Ray stood at the doors.

Zahannah flicked her fake spectacles off. "I will not tolerate your guards speaking like that. That is unnecessary, Ray."

He pulled her into a bone crushing hug. "I missed you, baby."

Zahannah looked annoyed by him touching her. "Can we come in?"

"We?" Ray's eyes moved to Almon. "Almon."

"Ray."

Ray scoffed and took Zahannah's hand. "Off we go." He yanked her into the palace, expecting Almon to follow. "You shall sleep in my chambers tonight, Zahannah. Almon will sleep with the slaves."

"Excuse me?" Zahannah ripped away from Ray. "He is royalty, just like you. He will not be sleeping with servants, and I will not be sleeping with you."

Ray chuckled. "Oh, how cute you are when you're mad. Fine, Zahannah. He shall stay in your sleeping quarters- but you must sleep with me, darling."

Zahannah's jaw clenched and she said nothing more. Almon's eyes were narrowed. Ray led Almon to Zahannah's bedroom, which was simple. The bed was perfectly made, the drawers were all shut, and it smelt just like her. Almon purposely ignored him.

"You'll be staying in here for the remainder of the night," Ray snorted. Zahannah glared at him and opened a drawer, taking a nightgown out.

"Goodnight, Almon," Zahannah smiled softly at him. He returned the smile.

"Goodnight."

Ray glared at Almon, then took Zahannah's hand into his and left the room, slamming the door behind them. Almon scoffed.

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Almon awoke in the middle of the night. His blankets were moving slightly, and he could feel someone staring at him. He froze in fear and didn't make a sound. Zahannah sat up. "I'm sorry if I startled you, Al. I just can't sleep and Ray snoring doesn't help."

"Why did you come in here, then?"

"Well, for one, this is my room."

"I forgot about that."

Zahannah smiled, then frowned. "All Ray wants is sex."

"I hate men like that."

She laid back down besides him. "I won't give it to him, though. I refuse. I will not lose my virginity to someone like him. When the man I love comes around, I know when it will be time to make love." Zahannah sighed. "I feel bad for my brother, though. He's in love with... I hate to say this... but a slave. I don't know know what he would do to himself if she were to die."

"A slave? Whose?"

"Her name is Cleremunda. Princess Callista's servant."

"Ah."