He was said to be the strongest of his kind. Impressed by his strengths and foreseeing his regime as a great king, he was blessed with a mate who would complement his strengths and character... but she turned out to be the infamous Bastard Princess...
The sound of raindrops beating the stone wall outside my small cottage was clearly audible. I was up, attending my wounds because no one would do it for me. I had taken a bath before I stood in front of a full-length mirror to count and assess the bruises and cuts that decorated my body.
The training was pretty intense today. I got beaten up by several warriors double my size and strength. I did the only thing which my small stature could allow me: run and try to dodge their blows but I was unsuccessful for the most part.
My whole body ached with the pain. I had the most intense pain on my left breast. I may have broken a rib or two but there was no way for me to know because I wasn't allowed to see any healers. As I raised my hand to access my left breast, I winced as soon as I touched the place which was aching. A deep blue bruise was slowly making its presence known.
I also received several kicks to my stomach which ached whenever I tried to turn around or bend. I sighed as I slowly settled on the small bed in the corner of my room and tried to dress my wounds. My eyes were teary due to the intense pain in several places. I didn't have much in the name of medicine which made the situation even worse.
Suddenly, a loud knock on the door made me sit up. I instantly regretted it because my rib started hurting and my stomach growled in pain.
"Who is it?" I asked gently before I heard a familiar voice grumble lowly in response outside the door. I knew right away it was Chefren. Thinking of him, I felt a spark of hope inside me. He must be here to help me. He saw me getting beaten up during training so he must be feeling concerned about me.
He didn't wait for my response because, in the next moment, the door was being kicked open so hard that it almost fell off from one of its hinges. The tall and broad figure of Chefren stalked inside. His upper half body was bare while he wore a trouser which hung very low on his hips. His glorious body was on display and for a moment, I found myself staring at him.
After he stepped in, he searched the room before his eyes landed on me. Instantly, I became aware of the thin linen towel which happened to be the only piece of cloth on my body. I felt his eyes zoom on my chest before he stalked towards me.
I looked up at him hopefully, "Are you here to help me dress the wounds?" I noticed how water trickled down his short hair, which hinted away that he was out in the rain. He was soaked in water too. He stopped at the foot of my bed before staring at me. My question was left hanging in the air.
As the moments passed by, he stared at me with a mixture of lust and anger. My heartbeats sped up as I clutched the towel close to my body and peered up at him. Something in me was screaming that something was very wrong. It was then when I finally noticed that he was drunk.
"Chefren?" I called for him gently when he did not move. In response, he grumbled something. I wasn't able to make it out because his words were incoherent. My breath hitched when he kicked off his boots before climbing on the bed. I was frozen at my place, not knowing what to do.
When he was finally near me, I anticipated a gentle kiss or a gentle physical caress but instead of that, he wrapped his big, rough fingers around my throat before pushing me back on the bed. I wanted to scream but it died in my throat. The sudden action shot a new wave of pain through my already weeping body.
Before I could react, his other hand tore the linen towel away from my body. Soon, I was lying bare in front of him, "CHEFREN!"
I sat up with a jerk. My chest was heaving and I was soaked with sweat and water. My mouth was dry. I could hear my heart drumming in my chest. Sunlight was now draining out of the small window into the small cell where I was put last night.
A guard was standing in front of me with a wooden bucket. He had woken me up from the nightmare by throwing water on me.
"Get up!" He shouted at my face. I shook my head lightly to come in terms with the present before I slowly got up. I was instantly being tugged and dragged towards the court. I was instantly irked by the way they were treating me but I was too busy thinking about the nightmare. I wished it to be a nightmare but a huge part of me was sacred and broken because it was my reality... terrible things had happened to me.
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