King Nikolov of Romanovia needs a queen, to warm his bed, to be his plaything. And later on be the mother of his children, by the responsibility bestowed upon him. There are plenty of fish in the sea. The royals, the elites, the rich. But those do not excite him anymore. What his people don't know is that he had already set his sights on someone of a very low position in his kingdom. A voluptuous, meek, and innocent woman cleaning his chambers. Sometimes hardheaded, but always his. But here's the catch. He's 23. She's 35. Could he trap her in his knightly yet ungentlemanly ways and make her his queen? By hook or by crook he will. Nikolov always wins. She is his crown after all. ••••••••••••••••••••• TRIGGER WARNING: Depiction of sexual abuse, descriptive mature content, violence, and strong language. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

WARNING Mature subject matter including: sexual situations, abuse, use of racially insensitive words, among other things. I don't own rights to the images. This story is meant to be a look into the mind of some women who have this fantasy. The language may not be suitable for all or the subject matter. "Rufus, you have to help me. I dont know who he is by name. He's the same one who's been watching me at the bar, he's right behind me in the leather jacket." "Calm down Clea, it'll be ok, just point to the guy and I---" "There you are, I was beginning to think I had lost you in the crowd, honey." A strange voice said. I already knew who it was before I looked back. It was the strange man and he was smirking. Why would he smirk? He knew I was getting help and somehow this is funny to him. What is he up to? "What are you---" "Mr. McCarthy, I didn't know you'd be going to any bars tonight. I thought you said you had a date?"Said Rufus. He put emphasis on that last word. Not only was this creep staying at this hotel but Rufus knew to call him by name? Who was this guy exactly? Synopsis: Clea is a simple girl from a complicated world. Her life has never been sunshine and rainbows, but she always figured being a famous actress would change all that. By the age of 23 and after years of living like a nomad, she runs into trouble when deciding to work at a local dive bar on Bourbon Street. A pretty black gem like her wasn't going to escape his eye. The eyes of Kieran McCarthy, son of a politician who holds no love for minorities and makes his views well known to the public eye. As open members of the Alt-right his father has made serious connections including some in the underworld sex-trade. Kieran sets Clea up to be sold but only so he can buy her. He is a ruthless, cold, sadistic man but black women are his kryptonite. Will he crush her spirit with his evil intentions or can she soften his heart?