" SHE WAS UNBENT "

A GOLDEN CAGE was still a cage, no matter the shape or the desirable form. And for a matter of eight years, the brooding princess found herself caged within the walls of lost memories. The walls that surrounded her those of her ancestors, of her parents. The thrones alone laid to rest with her blood, beckoning her to conquer the world and take back what was pried from her hands.

The tightened chains of gold that rested against her slender wrists seemed somewhat familiar in the limelight of the room, the heavy material weighing her world down with a colossal embrace of humiliation. The chains weren't to keep her from demolishing the world, but for the looks of intimidation. She was the prized pet of the king, his golden doll. The woman he robbed blindly, and stepped on in the process.

The throne room didn't hold the polished gold of the gods, nor the sleek enchantment of the Dark Woods. Ironically the room held a chilly embrace, the cold thrones of metal awaiting upon a small dais. Three thrones, each for the last true rulers of Theadale. Now, they were the center piece for the King and his sons.

Venturing into the chilled atmosphere, Augustina couldn't resist the lethal grin that stroked her pouted lips. What had the king wanted of her now? The two men that occupied her untouched sides grew unnervingly hesitant, their strides alone drifting forth with a shaken alignment. "Ah, Augustina!" Dorian's rather husky voice crackled through the air, sending a tidal wave of nerves to bounce hesitantly against her porcelain skin.

The sight before her made her stomach churn, and her eyes constrict in evident loathe for the single royal who occupied one of the three thrones. The Heir to the throne held a sickening smile, reveling an perfect role of white teeth. A unsettling predatoriness roamed over his captivating features, suddenly Augustina could see too well how he resembled his father. Beautiful, she brazenly thought, but dangerous like a serrated blade. Like a sword forged over the flame of a dozen masters.

Dorian focused his steeled eyes upon his fathers slave, the golden crown that adored his cranium tilted with a look of disheveled care. It wasn't the man before her that made her falter in unease, but the woman that sat adoringly on his awaiting lap. "Your Highness," Augustina murmured through her teeth, her head tilting upward in a effort to appear defiant beneath his speculation. "Is there something you need?"

Dorian shifted upon the throne, his arms wrapping around the slender beauty that hummed in happiness against his embrace. Appearing rather bored with the woman in his arms, Dorian rested his chin upon the brunettes, shoulder. "No, actually." Dorian whispered, his warmed breath fanning against the soft skin of the noble woman he held loosely.

Augustina pitied the brunette that appeared pleased in the man's arms, her beauty handpicked for the man who held a low tolerance for the same flesh. He would grow helplessly bored with the woman, tossing her to the side to venture off to find another. "Then why am I here?" Augustina murmured, the simple question rolling from the tip of her tongue in a annoyed seethe.

Dorian took a moment to tend to the needy woman who sat on his lap, his teeth lightly nipping at her shoulder in a playful display. The unnamed beauty lightly giggled at the affection, the angelic sound swaying across the room to burn against Augustina's skin. Dorian openly ignored her question, his attention looming over the brunette rather than the captivate that stood helpless in the middle of the room.

The Prince's silver hair brushed against his unmoving brows, his emerald eyes focused temptingly through the exotic strands to center on Augustina, his lips leaving a trail of warmed kisses against the brunettes, heated flesh. His heavenly eyes drifting from the raven-haired beauty, to linger upon the woman that squirmed in his grasp. His lips continued to plague her skin, trailing up the gentle column of her neck.

Augustina let her gaze shift from the two, her jaw clenching in a feverish distaste. Examining the room that laid solemnly emptied, the princess let out a groan of discontent. The guards that occupied her no longer guarded the door with hesitant eyes, their nonexistent presence sending a wave of curiosity through her churning mind. Where had Cato gone? Better yet, where had the king wondered off too?

Augustina was to lost in thought to take note of the encroaching prince, or the brunette that slid from his lap to disappear into the abyss behind the thrones. "Because I am bored of all these senseless women, they are all the same. But you are different," Dorians, voice held a husky tint, his emerged eyes darkening with the ravenous emotion of lust. "I want you." Augustina's chin was soon captured by the calloused hand of the Prince, her teeth baring in response to his hardened grip.

The woman that adored his lap was no longer looming upon the throne, her sudden vanishing one of direct instruction from the man who hovered above her. "Go on, beautiful, bare your teeth at me. I'll pull them out one by one, agonizingly slow." He whispered, his grip on her chin becoming harder with the passing seconds.

Augustina searched his moss colored eyes, her stringy muscles growing tense as his warmed breath fanned across her face with a tinge of mint. "You're a psychopath." The princess murmured, as Dorian raised his free hand to take hold of her bonded wrists. "I prefer creative, love."

Unable to open her mouth in response to his words, the door behind Augustina was slammed open to revel The Bastard of Theadale. Dorian's hand was quick to release her chin, his tightened grip on her wrists remaining. His slender lips faltered into a thin line as Cato caught sight of the two, his azure hued eyes filled with an emotionless depth as he focused upon the woman he occupied earlier that morning.

"Father wants you, Dorian."

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A/N: Thank you for reading, once again.

I would like to send out a special thanks to my 'editor' Adriana_Blade she is absolutely amazing!

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