The Slave King 》AU

Chapter 1

**Parenthesis are always Author's Notes, NOT part of the story**

~17 Years Later~

"Princess, you must wake up. Your father and mother are waiting for you in the dining hall."

I wake up opening my eyes, but squeezing them shut once I feel and see the sunlight shine through the glass window. As I am about to fall back into a wonderful sleep, I feel my blanket ripped away revealing my body to the cold, brisk air.

"Your Highness, you must get up. I will not have you punished once more because you are tired and wish to sleep."

I slowly open my eyes after rubbing the sleep out of them. I then sit up and grab the hair tie I keep on my bedside table and quickly put my hair inot a loose, messy ponytail.

"Hannah," my Yorkshire accent sounding much thicker, "how many times have I told you to call me Rebecca?"

"This would be the fifth time this week Your- I mean..... Rebecca."

"Hannah we are the... well, almost the same age. You are one year older than me, and yet, you are my caretaker. It makes no sense, you are more like a sister rather than a caretaker."

All I got in return was a warm smile, but she didn't need to say anything.

"Ok, well, you must get ready now, or else your parents will have me executed for having you come to breakfast late again."

"Ok then. Tell them I will be right there."

Hannah left, and I headed to my personal bathroom. I take my nightgown off, and turn the shower water on. I step into the shower closing the golden (color not actual gold) curtain.  Leaning my head back, I take the hair tie out of my hair feeling the warm water pour down my head, pitter pattering down my tense back. I grab my coconut scented shampoo and lather my hair with it.  I rinse my hair and body off and turn the water off. I dry myself off with a fluffy towel, then use that same towel to wrap around my hair.

In my closet are too many gowns to count, and frankly, I don't need over a hundred dresses. Anyway, I picked out a simple purple gown (shown on side). I grab the curling iron and put my short thin hair into small loose curls.

Once I am dressed, I head to the dining hall where my father impatiently waits.

"Young lady sit down."

My father's tone was harsh and firm, so I knew I was in trouble, and quickly sat down.

"Your mother and I are through letting you lounge around all day being late to your lessons and meetings."

By this, I know it is only father because mother was oncec a free spirit like I am. She still is, but hides it, as she is supposed to be all prim and proper.

"And so, I think you are old enough to go into town with me and pick your own slave. Also, suitors will soon come."

"What? Why?" I ask frazzled.

"You ar turning eighteen next year, so you must be married. You would know that if you attened your lessons."

It is obvious that father is annoyed with me.

"Father, I attend the lessons, but it is extremely hard to pay attention. Mr. Irwin (wink wank) is so boring. All he does is lecture me on the lesson. He never reviews or does any activity!"

"It is his job to teach and lecture you. NOT to have fun and fool around! Now grab your cloak, we are going to- actually you are going to get yourself a slave."

Father absolutely knows that I am 100% against slaves and that is why I do things myself.

"Louis, don't you think this is all unnecessary? YOU of all people should know how she feels, that is why you abolished it once we announced our marriage! I guess slavery is so etched into your brain that you have no humanity left." Mother stormed out and I bet she went to the one place we keep a secret from father.

Just staring at him, I can't read his emotions like I could. It is like he is emotionless.

"Why don't you have your cloak on? Come Rebecca, we are going into town, and you WILL pick out a slave."

Sadly, I grab my cloak (looks like Ana's from Frozen, but without the bow) and clip the top closed. I put the hood up and walk with father to the carriage.

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The town is so wonderful. So much music and freedom. It actually brings a smile to my face. As I reach to lower my hood, father holds my wrist in his warm hands, "Don't take it off. No one must know royals are in town. They will fear us for they will think executions are in order."

I nod and keep my hood up.

As we near the Slavery Institute, I see a woman with pure blue eyes and light brown hair. I think she is waiting for us. Once we reach her, she speaks to us.

"Hello Your Majesties," the beautiful girl curtsies, "I am here to fuide you around the Institute. My name is Delaney."

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