Alliar

I turned the last page of the book and read the last line. It was a good story for what it was, a fantasy novel aimed mostly for little children, the reading level was that of a basic ten year old and I managed to read the entire book in only half a day. Sighing deeply I pulled myself up off the bed, my hands quickly moving to pull down the thin black shirt that I had on — the only piece of clothing I could find after going through all of his draws, all of which were empty except for this shirt and his small chest in the corner which was locked.

Getting off of the bed I slowly tip toed over to the front of the tent, listening quietly I could hear Demetri chatting to a few guards as he took up his post for the night. The sunset was setting a dim glow on the tent making the colour of the dark blue turn more into a midnight black. Demetri seemed nice earlier, I didn't fear him at all but I did get the sense that he was fishing for information by asking me if read. I didn't really think about what I would say if I was ever asked personal questions because, well, I didn't think there would be any personal questions.

I had almost slipped up, almost told Demetri my name. It wouldn't have been a big deal if my mother hadn't named me an uncommon name and if I were younger it would have been fine, I could just say that I was named after the princess, but I wasn't. I could hardly think of a story on the spot to tell him, but now I had perfected my story. I was now a lady in waiting for one of Lord McKinley's daughters — I was sure he had at least two — and they had insisted I learn to read. Why? So that I could write and relay messages for them. Done. A great lie, almost fool proof.

I thought about what would happen if I told them who I was, or if they suddenly found out about me. I would be dead quicker than I could beg for mercy. The only other option would be to sell me back to my brothers, no doubt they would pay for me, but then I would be just a ruined princess with no value. I could never marry anyone above me, equal to me, or even just below me. No, the only person who would marry a ruined princess with no inheritance is for blood or greed.

Turning around I walked back over to the bed. A small flicker of light stopping me mid step. Frowning slightly I walked over to the edge of the bed where the flash of light came from and kneeled down beside it. Rocking back on my heels I reached just under the bed and grabbed onto a thick chain and pulling it out and into the light.

It was my necklace.

The necklace my mother had gifted me with only two days ago. The silver locket carved out in the shape of a bow and arrow with the rare crystal inside the pendant. I turned it over in my hands, my forefinger slowly tracing the edges of the locket before I brought it to my chest and hugged it close. I wasn't as good as a mother's hug, but it was better than being completely alone.

"What are you doing?" The Kings voice boomed in the tent as he stepped in almost silently.

I jumped at the intrusion and quickly hid the necklace by putting it back where I found it. I couldn't answer the questions that would come with its discovery.

I waited silently until he had walked around the edge of the room so that he was now facing me, staring at me intently with a puzzled expression.

"Praying." I said in a soft voice as I looked up at him with innocent eyes and a small pout.

"For what?"

"Does it matter?"

"No. It doesn't." He nodded and then began shrugging out of his shirt. "I don't remember giving you clothes."

"I found it. I was cold." I explained while I shuffled to face him. I kept my voice low and my words to a minimal to make sure I didn't set him off. I needed something from him, I had to find out just how far I could push this man before he snapped and I had to do it fast. I needed to run away but to that I needed clothes to get out of here, mainly because a naked girl running through the woods would surely be noticed, and to get clothes I needed to manipulate this man into giving them to me.

"I see you've learnt your lesson about that mouth of yours."

"Yes."

I was slightly surprised by the uncertainty in his eyes. Isn't this what he wanted? Me to submit to him? I took my opportunity to make my move, standing up on my feet I slowly walked over to him being sure to swing my hips as I went. Stopping in front of him I smacked my lips together and licked them hoping this was the right way to go about attracting him.

"What are you doing?" He stepped back hesitantly landing him to hit the chair just behind him. He reached behind him and grabbed hold of the chair and lowered himself into the seat. I looked down with a slight panic thinking that he was on to me, but when my eyes landed on the small bulge growing in his trousers I knew that whatever it was I was doing, it was working.

"I'm not doing anything." I shook my head and gave him a small innocent smile, to which he glared at.

Reaching out he grabbed hold of the shirt I was wearing and yanked me forward until I landed on my knees and in between his legs. "What. Are. You. Doing?" he repeated in a more forceful tone.

I was caught out. No doubt about it.

"I want my dress back." I decided to come clean and try to bargain for it.

"No."

"I can make it worth it."

He tilted his head slightly, questionably. "How are you going to make it worth it?"

"I can make it pleasurable." I bargained with the only thing I had at the present moment, me. There was no point in cradling my virtue anymore, I was ruined, might as well use my new self to gain something.

He scoffed. "I get pleasure already Little Miss, try again."

"I'll stop fighting you."

"What makes you think I don't enjoy the fight?" He crocked an eyebrow.

"You'll enjoy me a lot more if I stopped fighting you." I tried to persuade him.

"You're rather sure of yourself aren't you?"

"Just one dress."

He smiled cockily at me while his eyes were darker than ever, twinkling with an unknown emotion. He leaned forwards and placed his elbows on his knees as his hands reached down and brushed against my thighs as he grabbed a hold of the shirt I was wearing. Lifting it up over my head I let him strip me. "Then pleasure me."

I took my opportunity, this was step one in my plan to getting out of here, I needed to get a dress.

Swallowing hard I took a deep breath and tried to remember all of those lessons about a person's body and human anatomy and just how a 'wife' would please her 'husband'. Pushing myself up off my heels I placed my hands on his thighs — partly to steady myself, but this worked as a starting point. I ran my hands slowly up his thighs, letting my fingers brush against his growing bulge beneath his trousers causing a growl to erupt from deep in his throat.

I bit back a small smile as the sound encouraged me. I let my fingers dance around the waist band of his pants before working my way up along his muscular chest. I didn't even really look at his figure before, he was strongly built, and could no doubt handle a sword very well. His stomach was rippled in muscles that tickled my fingers as I traced the hard lines.

Getting to his trousers once again I slowly hooked my fingers into the material and pulled at them slightly before untying the strings. I wasn't too sure exactly what I was doing I was simply acting on impulse and what I had heard other women say they did to their husbands. Letting his length free of its constraint. I took a deep breath and positioned myself further in between his legs whilst resting my arms on his thighs and started to move my head towards him.

I kept my movements at a slow pace to begin with, his loud groans encouraged my efforts as I was sure by the end of this he wouldn't be threatening to cut out my tongue anytime soon. His hands moved into my hair, his fingers grabbing a fits full of my tangled locks and pulling hard ultimately earning a low cry of pain from me.

My movements got faster and faster until he pulled on my hair again so that I released my hold on him, he pulled my head up slightly and found his released all over my bare breasts. With my mouth opened wide and a disgusted look across my face I put my hands out to the side and looked down at myself.

This. Was. Gross.

The King chuckled loudly at my shocked face making me face him with annoyed eyes. "Don't glare. Or do I have to teach you another lesson?" He crocked an eyebrow at me once again.

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The loud sound of rustling had me beginning to stir. I could hear the faint sounds of birds chirping as the sun was on the rise and the day began. Slowly opening one eye at a time I began to see the rays of sunlight shining through the cracks at the bottom of the tent. Taking a deep breath I sat up on the bed with my hand over my breasts to hold the fur blankets — which he had actually allowed me to have — to keep it from falling down.

He was in the process of slipping his feet into his boots while he ate his breakfast, the strong smell of bacon and eggs with toasted bread filled the air making my stomach growl. It has been over two days since I've eaten and with food only meters away from me I felt like a wolf in the presents of a fresh carcass. I raised my head a little, eagerly trying to see if there was a plate for me but sadly there wasn't, there was only the one half eaten plate and the strip of bacon hanging from his mouth as he tied his shoe.

My mouth watered.

"Oh, good you're wake." He spoke around a mouthful of food. I swear he was doing this just to spite me. "Come over here."

Licking my lips I decided not to protest to his order in hopes it would lead to some food. Swinging my legs over the bed I took the blanket with me as it was the only thing keeping me warm for the time being. I stopped just in front of him, my eyes flicking from his eyes, to his lips covered in the juices of the food and then, the food itself.

"You alright there Little Miss? You look hungry." He observed with a knowing smirk.

I nodded my head not daring to deny the fact.

"Did you want some?"

My eyes went wide with the offer. "Yes." I went to lean forward towards the food but he quickly stood up making me brush against his chest.

"Well that is really too bad isn't it." He smiled as he reached in and picked up the last piece of bacon leaving the plate clear of any food. He paced over to the bed and picked up his black jacket and threw it over his shoulder before looking over his shoulder and giving me a wink as a goodbye.

I was frozen to the spot. The smell of bacon was still fresh in the air and my shocked opened mouth expression was permanently painted on my face. How could he do that? I had done everything he asked — well sort of — and this is how I was treated, he put food right in front of me and then made me watch as he ate it, all the while I was still without any clothing!

 "Little Miss? You in there?" I heard Demetri's voice call out as he hesitantly made his way through the door.

"Where else would I be?" I yelled at him feeling my rage get the best of me.

Demetri froze in the doorway of the tent with... is that food in his hands? "Is that food?" I jumped at the prospect of ending my famine.

He chuckled loudly as he stepped further into the room and placed the tray on the table. It was a bowl of wheats — not the best food but at this stage I would take absolutely any form of nutrients. "Yes its food. Jonathan gave me permission to bring you one meal a day so don't eat it too fast." He told me as I had already begun digging into the bowl taking my first bite, and nothing has ever tasted so good.

"Jonathan?" I asked him with a mouth full of food, realising I hadn't heard the name before.

"The King."

"Oh, right."

"And your dress is in the cupboard."

"What?!" I turned to him wide eyed and my mouth hanging open with a little bit of porridge on my chin.

He chuckled again, completely amused by the situation. "Whatever you did, it worked. But don't expect to play him every time you want something. If you want to stay alive then I wouldn't push the limits too far." He advised me as he opened up the closet and pulled out a black dress with blue fur trimmings around the edges and a sliver metal belt around the waist.

I was speechless. I had gotten food and clothes. And, now, all I had to do was to get dressed and run.

"Of course. I wouldn't dare." I smiled at Demetri as he made his way back over to the tent door and out into the camp, leaving me alone once again.

I finished my food quicker than I had ever consumed food before in my life and began licking the bowl clean. Wiping my face I licked my spoon clean and then went over to admire the dress. I reached down and gently touched the material, feeling the soft cotton and fur tickle my hands. This was a high quality dress, so good, in fact, that I would only wear this on special occasions and not in everyday life — especially with my tendency to slip in the mud.

I Pulled on the dress, and found that it fit my body perfectly. I slipped into a small pair of black boots that were a little too big and then grabbed a hold of the spoon — the perfect tool for my escape. Now that I was feed and dressed I could finally get out of here.

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