I am Avery Emberrock, daughter of the duke and duchess of Emberrock. My parents are treating me like a servant and not as a loved daughter. I had to escape from them and my life here. I am only holding on for my little sister sake, as soon as i know that she is safe i will take my leave.
I am a slave for my family, i have as long as i can remember always done the biding for them. I do them with out complaining but one wrong move and i get beaten and whippet. I have always tried to make them happy, but it seems that whatever i do they always have something to complain about. I am just sick of being this pathetic little girl, but they are my family and i don't want to hurt them even if they hurt me, i am not as cruel and cunning as them.
My father is the duke of the Emberrock estate, wich have been in my fathers family for over a 100 years.
I have been punished for not cleaning the floors good enough, so i am corently locked up in a dark and smelly basement. I hate being locked up in here, it's so scary and i really doesn't like the dark so much. I have been here in two days time now i guess and i have not gotten anything to eat or drink since i have been locked up. I am getting used to this treatment by now, so it does not hurt me so much anymore, probably why they are getting more cruel when they are punishing me.
I can hear the familiar foot steps of my father. He is coming downstairs to what i can guess is to continue the punishment. The door is slowly opening and i can see faint light starting to fill the room up.
"Avery" My father said in a dark and cold voice. It's sending me chills down my spine. "Hmm" is all i mutter, i have no strength left in me to say much, i was beaten before i got in this scary basement and i have not gotten treated for the injuries that i have been inflicted. "Answer your father with more respect or do i need to punish you further?" He shouted angrily. I curled myself further in the corner. "No, please! I..I.. Will do whatever you say!" I pleaded to my father, not that it will do anything, but i am so weak at the moment that i don't think i can handle more of his cruel punishment.
"Come with me, you are finished with your punishment for now, i will take you back to your room for the night. You will not get any food or water until tomorrow morning, do you understand?" He asked in a cold and indifferent attitude towards me. "Yes, father I understand" I said weakly back to him. I lifted myself up against the wall for support for not to fall down on the floor. I waited a few seconds before i started to walk with my father to my room.
I was finally back at my room, not that it was anything grand and great but it was much better then the basement cell. There were only a bed and a wardrobe inside my room, not that i need anything else. I lied down on my bed, and as soon as my head lied down on the pillow i fell asleep from exhaustion.
I woke up the next morning when the servant came barging in. She did not greet me or even look at me, she walked towards the bed and pushed the food into my hands. She turned around and walked out of my room. When i looked at the food, it was only some simple bread slices with nothing on and a glass of water. I ate it all, but was still hungry. I knew i could not ask for more food, if i did i would get whippet for being ungrateful. Even the servant here get treaded better then me, that's why they are always so mean to me. My little sister gets treated like a princess, she gets everything. She gets treated like a daughter of a duke should be treated, i would lie if i said i was not jealous of her, but at the same time i am glad that it is me who gets treated this way and not her, i would have done everything for her. She is probably the only one in this mansion that is really good to me, she always sneaks some food or water to me when i am in the basement and she always treat me with kindness. I really appreciate her, i would have been long gone from here if it haven't been for her, i fear that if i would run she would have gotten the beating and whipping instead, but now that she is 18 years old, she is getting married to a duke. I over heard a conversation between the other servant that she was to be married to a duke.
"Avery?" My sister Daphne called out. "Yes, come on in" I said to her gently. She walked in with a small smile on her face, her brown hair was down against her shoulders and her dark brown eyes showed kindness and sadness. "What's the matter Daphne?" I asked her. She came closer to me and sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't want to get married.." She said sadly. "Why? Is he a bad man? Have you met him?" I asked curiously, i thought she wanted to marry. "No, he is wonderful. He treats me really good. But if i do marry him, you will be all alone with our parents that treat you like crap, i do not want you to suffer anymore." She told me matter of factly. I was really moved by what she told me, i could not let her give up her happy life for me. " Daphne.. you really do not need to worry about me. I have actually been thinking of running away in a long time now, but i have never done it because of you. Now that you get to marry a wonderful man, i can escape with knowing that you are safe with your man." I told her while i squeezed her hands. Tears rolled down her cheek, i brushed them away gently. "You could have gone away from here for a long time, but you never did because of me?" She asked with a trembling voice, she had more tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh Daphne, I could not let you stay behind with out knowing you were safe first. Now that you are getting married i will find a way to escape." I said to her, i have been wanting to get away from this hell hole since i was around 5 years old. I never did because of Daphne, i was to afraid that if i escaped she would suffer in my stead. "Okey, i will marry him so you can escape from here! I can ask our parents to let you attend my wedding and when they are busy you can sneak out and escape far away from here" I took her in for a big hug, i am really gonna miss her so much, but her happiness is all i want for her. "You have to go now before our parents sees that you have been here." I gave her a last big hug before she left. I walked over to my dress, it was a servant's dress, got to take care of the house. After i dressed myself i was ready to start working. I had to dust everything, i could not leave a single dust corn. When i was finished i had to help in the kitchen. I was washing up the dishes when my mother came in and asked to speak to me.
"Mother, you asked to speak to me?" I asked her sincerely. She looked at me with so much hate and coldness that i sometimes wonder if i really am her daughter. "Yes, Daphne asked if you could attend her wedding. She really insisted on it, but i don't want to have you there, shaming us with your present!" She said with so much venom in her words. "But.. I will let you attend with one condition, you must not show your face if i so much as see you i will drag you out of there and i will not restrain myself and you will get more then just beating and whipping" She was bent on that i would not show my face at the wedding but i was happy that i was allowed to watch from afar while my little sister gets married. " I understand, i will only watch from afar" My mother looked at me suspicious before she said "very well, the wedding will be held in a weeks time" she said before she walked away. I can't believe that i was actually allowed to watch the wedding, even if it's from afar. That will make it much easier for me to run away, now i just have to pack somethings and hide it somewhere safe for me to take it with me.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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