Being thrown to the wolves is a death sentence.
Adalia knows that all too well, since she witnessed her own father being slaughtered in that same unmerciful way.
Living life as a meek slave in a kingdom full of royals, Adalia has no rights and is tr...
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Adalia screamed when she was thrown to the ground. The king had roughly pushed her off of his lap and she tumbled to the floor, ashamed and traumatized. Her hair hung over her face and shielded the tears dripping from her eyes.
"My queen, I was just sitting on my thrown when this slave barged herself into my presence and seduced me!" The king exclaims, spitting on the slave at his feet.
"W-what? That's not so, your majesty, I would never-"
"Silence, slave!" The king commanded. He stood up from his thrown and kicked Adalia in the ribs. With a cry, Adalia tumbled down the stairs and fell right onto the queen's feet. She quivered and quickly got herself into a bowing position.
Submission is key.
"Stand up, whore." The queen spat, clenching her fists at her sides. Fiery rage was aglow in the queen's eyes and Adalia knew the chances of surviving to see the next day was growing slimmer and slimmer.
She got to her feet with haste and kept her head bowed. Her heart thundered now and she could feel its ferocious beat thumping in the veins of her palms.
"Look at me." The queen commanded sternly. Adalia feared to do so, she did not wish to see the fury of the queen. The fury of the queen is always followed by pain. Sheer pain that mentally and physically breaks her down.
Adalia looked up.
Who knew rage had a face?
The queen slapped her, the large ruby ring that the queen wore caught Adalia's cheek. Her flesh tore and she stumbled, cupping her wounded skin with her hands. The queen was absolutely livid and mortified of the situation, that she sought out a cruel plan.
"Guards!" the queen screamed loudly. Her shrill voices carried through the chambers and rattled the bones of Adalia. Spittle flew from the queen's lips. "Guards! I command you throw this defective being into the corrective chambers. You may punish her to the fullest extent and do whatever it is your perverted minds wish."
Immediately, guards rushed to Adalia's side and their cold hands gripped her arms in a steel grip. Pain overlapped fear and blood trailed down her torn, inflamed cheek. Her tears dripped sore and darkness tore at her heart.
Sometimes Adalia wondered if she was the only child of light left in the kingdom. Even some of Henry's light had vanished, it's been killed off by the throes of war. His innocence was stolen by violence and bloodshed.
All boys in the kingdom have their innocence forcefully ripped away. All boys in the kingdom are forced to grow up too fast in a world where goodness is rare. In the same way, all girls are exploited at some point in their lives. Whether that be forced marriages, rape, abuse, or some other form of pain, girls too, were suffering.
And now, Adalia is at the mercy of the guards.
Adalia is roughly dragged across the marble floors, the skin of her knees shredding as they painfully slide against the ground.
