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Heidi and the Lord

An adopted child, Heidi was a smart and obedient girl because she had to be. Used as a scapegoat by her family, she was sent to become the political bridge between two empires. Taken in by the House of the infamous White King, Lord Nicholas Rune, she would be cared for and supervised until her wedding with his cousin, Warren Lawson. A man whose gentle appearance and benevolent manner earned him the title White King of the Empire, Lord Nicholas was a man kindest to the souls around him. Very few knew about the truth that lay beneath his beautiful visage. Who could predict a little human girl would bring out the best and the worst of a noble pureblood? ----- “Now, tell me, Heidi, why do I have a bad taste in women?” As Lord Nicholas took a step forward, she took a step back. Heidi had said too much, and she regretted it. Would he let her go free? Gulping, she warned him, "What you're doing could be considered harassment, milord." "I wouldn’t. I’d call it persuasion.” He took another step towards her, his frame towering over her. "I believe the dictionary in your library would disagree with you, milord." She retreated another step back, shrinking away, hoping he would give up. “I keep the good one in my room. You can come to see for yourself if you don’t believe me.” Her back struck the wall behind her. "You haven’t answered my question, Heidi." The Lord was too persistent, Heidi cursed to herself. He was unwilling to let her go.

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Slave establishment- Part 5

"S-she, t-the girl said she didn't want to go and to take her back," Lady Blois answered while shivering under the lord's towering frame.

"That's a very simple letter. See, it wasn't that difficult to tell the truth now was it?" Nicholas asked her kindly and continued, "Though you have told the truth I can't behave like you didn't do anything. You seem to have a talent in copying people's work," he added looking around the painting that looked like the replica in the theaters he had visited, "Guards," he called his guardsmen who stood outside the house, "Cut three of her fingers from each hand."

"Yes, milord."

"NO! Please don't!! I won't do something like this! Lord Nicholas!" Lady Blois pleaded but Nicholas didn't move a muscle.

"You won't and that is the whole point of this. Be reminded that I am being generous here. If I hear you or any servant in here speak a whisper about this...I will make it far more worse than just chop your fingers off."