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The king has no sons to inherit the throne, so he teaches his daughters to rule the kingdom. But when the eldest daughter is kidnapped by rogues and sold to a barbarian tribe, they will give her a completely different education.


MEET THE CHARACTERS:

Echtacius ~ The aging king of Totarian

Hendereye ~ The eldest daughter of the king and heir to the throne


Falisin ~ The soldier that Hendereye meets in the castle


Raollet ~ The leader of the rogues who kidnap Hendereye


Chromis ~ A rogue who subdues Hendereye when she is held captive at the inn.


Invar ~ The barbarian Hendereye meets when she is taken to Ordias, the barbarian nation



SAMPLE:

 “You can let her go,” he tells the other men.
I watch them closely. The blonde beside the giant, the two dark haired men holding down my legs, the balding man and the brown haired man on my right. They hesitate a moment, meeting the giant man’s gaze in turn, and then all at once they release me.
I can move! I pull myself up, ready to steal one of their weapons... but... the giant still has hold of my wrist.
He doesn’t jerk or pull me, he simply doesn’t let go. I spin around and slam my fist in his gut... but his muscles feel like stone. My hand throbs from the impact, and he doesn’t so much as wince. I grab his hand in mine, ready to pry off his fingers, ready to bite him if I have to, but he abruptly, and forcefully, twists my wrist.
My body spins to keep my arm from breaking. I pull back out, trying to get hold of him with my other arm, but he continues to twist my arm behind my back. I cry out in pain and fall face first into the bed.
The mattress dips harshly beside me. Shit... he’s climbing on top of me! I struggle to sit up but he pulls up my arm, making me go rigid with a wave of pain.
It’s alright love, I mean you no harm.” The bed dips on either side of my waist. I can imagine his enormous body straddling my thin form. He lifts my shoulders and pulls me toward the top of the bed, positioning me so my head is back on the pillow... and my face is in the strong herbal smell.
Time now to relax.” The giant man releases the painful hold on my arm. I try to get my arms underneath me so I can push up or roll over, but he grabs both my wrists. “The more you resist, the more this is going to hurt.” He pulls my wrists apart, stretching my arms to the opposite sides of the bed, and forcing my face back into the pillow. I cry out, but it is muffled in the soft cloth. He forces my arms to stretch until it is painful, then holds them there.
I struggle to free myself, but the more I twist or pull the tighter he holds me. I try to lift up my head but my neck muscles are strained.
My body keeps fighting, though my mind knows its useless. I can’t surrender myself to him, this massive stranger who is in league with Raollet.
But soon the fight wears me down. When my body loosens, so does his hold, and some of the pain eases.
You are under my care now, love. Your body is mine, it will obey my command.”
He releases my arms and I twist around, partially to test what he’ll do and partially in defiance of his ridiculous statement.
He stares down at me as a smith would a dented piece of armor, readying to hammer it back into form. But he lets me lay underneath him a moment, overwhelmed by the power emanating from his robust form.
You can leave now, lads,” the giant states, but doesn’t look away from me. I can hear, though I can’t see, the other rogues leaving then the sound of the door. In the silence, this man seems even more oppressive.
Don’t be afraid,” he speaks softer. “I will let no harm come to you, and I won’t take advantage of you.”
His hands return to my arms, but this time he is massaging and stretching my shoulders, like he did my forearm. He presses hard and deep. I try to keep myself turned around, but he digs and squeezes my arms until I think I’ll never be able to move them again. I try to stay silent, but his painful yet soothing movements make me moan, gasp, and cry out. My body can’t help but sink into the bed, limp and helpless, breathing in the pungent smell of the crushed herbs.

The dip in the bed moves, shifting down beside my hips. I shake in the moment of silence and lack of sensation, but then I feel his brawny fingers slip underneath my shirt.