Rules Of Royalty

Rule 7 • The Queen Commands Absolute Loyalty

The bell for the end of third period rang loudly and Adonis left the class eagerly. However, he groaned as he saw looked at his phone, a strip tease of Miroslava playing. He wasn't particularly embarrassed or angry, he just wasn't in the mood for her rant and unfortunately for him, his next class was Economics which he shared with the Russian.

He stuffed his phone in the pocket of his blazer and looked round him for anything that could force him to miss the next class. The halls were full with students bringing out books from their lockers.

He no longer wished to be at school so he left. He walked out of the school building and made his way to his blue Maserati GT Convertable, blending in with the other luxury cars that decorated the school's large parking lot.

Approaching his car, he brought out his phone and called a number. He'd gotten into the driver's seat and closed the door by the time his call was picked up.

"What do you want, Adonis?" Her husky voice sent a shiver down his spine. He smirked as he pulled out of his parking spot.

"There's only one reason I'd ever call you by this time."

"Aren't you currently involved with Darjani? I thought our business was on hold." She replied.

Adonis almost laughed at her bitterness.

 "Is that jealousy right there?"

 "I don't play with Van Doren girls. They're very possessive of their boyfriends. It's not jealousy."

 "I'm not her boyfriend. I fucked her once, that's it." His hair danced in the wind as the imposing building of Van Doren Academy disappeared behind him.

She hummed in response.

"Now are we meeting up or not?"

 "If I said no?" He couldn't hold back his chuckle at her answer.

 "You have much more to lose than I if our relationship should ever be exposed.

 "You Van Doren students really love blackmail."

 "You Albuquerque students need to play dirty once in a while."

 "Where?"

 "Your family owns a penthouse don't they?"

 "Mine. Birthday present. I'll text you the address. See you in thirty."

 She cut the call.

Adonis shook his head and laughed heartily as he sped down the road. He'd always love girls, he'd always love bedding them, especially the ones he wasn't meant to have. It gave him a devilish thrill. 

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"Stupid bastard!" Miroslava cursed as she stood in the bathroom,  mind occupied with the video that had just been released. 

She hated Adonis, she never truly liked, she always just found him insanely attractive and would never give up the chance to bed him. When they'd had sex then, he'd made her feel good, he made himself look good, like an angel with a heart of gold. How he talked to her, pleasured her body, she honestly didn't believe how someone so good and kind could have been part of the elites.

Now she saw who he really was. He'd seduced her and made a video just so Darjani could have something over her. When they'd  slept with each other, both of them had mocked Darjani, claiming she lived in a fairytale. Now, Miroslava knew where his loyalty lied. She was loyal to the queen because she feared her but she believed that Adonis's loyalty went deeper than that.

It was scary, just how much control she had over all of them. Van Doren's rulers had always been scary but Miroslava never knew how scary they could be until she became so close to one. She remembered how annoyed she'd been when Emiko Saranika, the last queen, had chosen Darjai as her heir. 

She and Miroslava were close and the Russian had met her, asking why she'd picked another over her. 

"Believe me, Miro," Emiko had said, admiring her reflection in her diamond encrusted pocket mirror, "Soon you'll see why I picked Darjani. A queen needs the obedience that fear brings, the jealousy and lust from her beauty, and absolute loyalty. Darjani is a queen, without the crown or title. You are part of her court now, soon you'll see why I picked her over you."

Now, Miroslava did see why Darjani was picked. Van Doren was hell on earth, and Darjani was cruel enough to rule such a place.

Miroslava couldn't help but admire her even more. She would be like Adamata and Adonis, she would serve Darjani with every fibre in her body to avoid getting burned by her hot flames. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She cleaned her tears, she was an elite. Elites don't cry.

She redid her makeup and walked out of the lavatory. She ignored the gazes students gave her as she strutted past, winking at a group of boys, not failing to notice the bulge in their pants. Miroslava smirked as she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulders.

Yvonne walked up to her, phone in hand, "Miroslava, have you seen this?"

"The video of me?"

"Yes!"

Mirolsava rolled her eyes at the other girl's concern. It was disgusting, Yvonne was lower than her, she shouldn't feel pity or concern for her. But the russian had an image to uphold, she didn't get angry. She was like a fox, sly, always with a sinister grin.

So she turned to Yvonne and licked her lips seductively, "I masturbated to it, darling. You should too, I can effortlessly bring anyone to a satisfying climax, male of female."

Yvonne froze in horror at her words. Miroslava chuckled and kept walking. Yvonne didn't know what to think. She was beginning to see the extent of the elite's inhumanity and she wondered if Dominic was just as bad. After all, he hung out with them a lot.

Show me your friend and I'll tell you who you are.

Who exactly was she dating? Was it the kind boy she saw, or was he something else? She remembered how he looked at Darjani while he pulled her unto his lap the day before, Dominic was cruel. She knew then, that he was aware of hoe Darjani felt about him and he used it to his advantage.

The elites were inhumane, insane, cruel, yet so addictive.  Yvonne was suddenly overcome with the urge to be like them. They were cool. She wanted the power they carried, their opulence and presence was intoxicating. Though she was frightened by them, she loved them. The whole school did, and that was why they were elites. People fell at their feet despite knowing they'd get urned by the heat.

Yvonne wanted to bet burned. No, she wanted to emit the same flames as they did, she wanted to burn others the same way.