Sold to the Aristocrat
[R-16 Warning, contains steamy scenes in story]
"Arrest her!”
A confused face was plastered on young Alrossia as the palace guards rush to seize her. She was tackled onto the dirty grass and the people around her looked at her horrifyingly.
The peasant woman was not able to react quickly as the Captain of the Palace Guards reaches for her lowly purse and rips them into shreds with his sharp lance.
A few dozens of jewels fall to the ground and the people watched in awe as the Captain stepped on the rubies, but picked a tiny piece of topaz.
Alrossia struggled, and before she knew it, the spear's shaft was already near her throat.
"It's her, the Jewel Trader. Bring her to the courtroom."
Alrossia reached for the purse, but before her scarred fingers could reach the strap, she was knocked into the ground and her vision started to fade.
The next thing Alrossia knew was the cold water splashing her face and the fourteen spears around her exhausted body. She raised her head up, weakly only to see the male that she had never thought to meet again.
“Long time no see, Alrossia. I heard you were rather skittish and left the fort in an attempt to escape."
Her legs trembled and balls of sweat formed on her forehead as she terrifyingly gazes at the aristocrat on the golden throne, adorned with hundreds of jewels and a glass of wine on his gloved hands.
The male's sunset hues focused on her's and she had never experienced such fear as he raised his fingers up, commanding the guards to leave.
Alrossia was frozen in fear and looked away. She did not dare stare at the man before her eyes.
When the doors started to close, the male stood up. Her body stiffened when she felt his fingers lift her chin. Fear was evident in her body.
"My Lord," she cried.
"I have lost count of how much times I have told you this, peasant."
Tears streamed from her eyes as his piercing, cold eyes slices her very pride.
"You are sold to me."
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