More Than One

Sarah’s POV

After the king’s command to sleep, I slept without waking till morning.

“Get up now.” I heard in my ear. My eyes shot open and I was instantly awake. Laying with the blankets up to my chin, I watch the king stand from the bed.

This was the first time I’d seen a man’s n*ckid body. Like most girls, I always thought I’d share intimate moments with a boyfriend or a husband, not a complete stranger who happens to hate me.

The king opened the door after hearing a soft knock. A middle aged, humbly dressed woman enters carrying a tray that contained neatly folded red fabric.

I pulled the sheets over my head, hiding from the unknown woman. The king was standing, only wearing a long black silk robe and I’m ***** in his bed. It would be natural to assume we had done more than sleep. The woman, who was old enough to be my mother, came to the side of the bed and sat the tray down, then quickly left.

“Time to get dressed. Sit up. I’m only going to show you how to do this once.”My body sat up and my legs swung over the side of the bed. I’m able to keep my hands on the sheet, holding it to my chest, covering my body. The weight from the stone in heavy around my neck and it brushes my stomach where it hangs.

The king picks up the red silk cloth from the tray.

“Stand.” I stand, still clutching the sheet. It’s obvious what comes next but I’m reluctant to stand infront of this man, exposed and vulnerable.

The king looks expectantly at me, waiting for the sheet to drop.

“Why are you acting shy? What part of you have I not seen?” That was humiliating. He said it like I had deliberately let him see me.

I’m not going to willingly stand before him in the n*de. He’s going to have to comman me and I’ll fight against it.

Something in my eyes must have shown him what I’m thinking. His hand comes up to rub his forehead in frustration. Exiting the room, he’s gone for a few minutes and comes back with the same woman as before.

“Dress her and make her look presentable.” He tells her, then turns to me.

“Cooperate with her.” He commands me before leaving.

The woman picks up the discarded cloth from the floor. She isn’t gentle as she tugs the sheet from my hands and proceeds to drape the strips of red silk around my body, all while staring at me with disdain.

The dress consists of a long red silk skirt with slits that come up to my hips on both sides. Red lace strips, barley covering my bre@sts, attach at the waist and tie behind my neck. The silver chain and purple stone hang between by bre*sts down to my navel, framed by the red cloth. There’s a lot of skin on display and I can’t imagine having to be in public wearing something like this.

My hair is brushed roughly, and left down in its natural wavy state. Blight red lipstick is brushed accross my lips. She never gives me underwear or shoes.

When she’s done she tells me to sit and wait, then leaves. Sitting at a vanity, I feel disgust at my appearance. The mirror reflects a sultry woman in a barley there dress and to make it worse, kiss marks decorate my neck. I can’t look at my self and turn away from my reflection, hiding my face with my hair.

The king comes back, wearing all black and looking intimidating. Seeing me, his normally golden eyes turn red while he openly stares with a cold expression.

I feel uncomfortable and look away. The king comes to me.

“You dare to ignore me. Stand up.” The command has me standing but I keep my head hanging, using my hair to cover my overly exposed chest.

I flinch, feeling his hand touch the chain hanging from my neck. When his fingers begin to wander I backup until I hit a wall.

Trapped, the king presses himself against my body and steals a kiss. He’s demanding, pushing his tung into my mouth. I want to bite him but I know the necklace will punish me, so instead I turn my head and try to push him away. Fingers fist in my hair pulling my face back so he can recapture my lips and a hand wanders into the slit of my dress, reaching around to grab my bare backside.

I’m breathless when he pulls ways. Red lipstick is smeared accross his lips which he wipes off with the back of his hand.

“You looked too clean. This is better.” My hair must be a mess now and although I can’t see it, I can imagine how horribly my lipstick is smeared.

The king leads me back to the room where we first met. Again, it’s full of people who stare as he sits on his throne. The stone makes me follow and when I am standing next to where he’s seated, he tells me to sit and I flop on the floor at his feet.

It feels like all eyes are on me and I’m mortified being seen in this state. The king starts to stroke my hair like I’m his pet dog.

“Respect to king Thassus. May he rule over the lands of Sarvious for a thousand years.” A man yells from the corner of the room. All bow in response and chant in unison, “All hail King Thassus.”

‘Sarvious, King Thassus. I’ve heard those names before.’I think, but how? I’ve never been here, obviously. This world with two moons, magic, and medieval castles, it’s completely foreign to me. I can’t know anything about this place but I know I’ve heard those names.

“Your majesty, I am so glad that the debtor’s stone has come back, and rather than the traitor couple, you have this beautiful maiden at your feet.” A tall , blond man steps forward dressed in a long white leather coat with a white and blue suit underneath. His smile is condescending.

“Yes, it is amusing to have their precious daughter at my feet.” The king places his hand under my chin to lift my face, and meet his cold gaze.

“Yes, I’m sure she is quite amusing.” The man looks at the kiss marks on my neck. “However, I’m not sure how precious she is. Are you sure that she is missed?”

The king’s back straightens and he stares down his nose at the man. It’s apparent that he is pointing out the king’s failure in punishing her parents and implying that I mean nothing to them, so they weren’t suffering in my absence.

My upper arm is grabbed by the king and I’m pulled to sit on his lap. Then unexpectedly, the king laughs and plays with my hair.

“Their daughter is now a Comfort Slave.” He runs a finger from the center of my chest to my navel then lifts the purple stone. “And they think in giving me their child, they escaped punishment, but they’re wrong. With their child, I can track them down and bring them both back to face retribution.”

‘He called me a Comfort Slave. Oh God, please help me. I would rather be dead than a forced pr*stitute.’ I’m shaking thinking what my life will be like.

“Oh, your majesty, I had no idea that you’d become so resourceful.” The man mocks. “This type of magic, I’ve never heard before, and as the Master of the Magic Tower, you’d think that I would know of it.”

“You aren’t all knowing, Chrisious.” The king says in a low threatening tone.

“No, but I do know a lot.” The man says.

“Why have you asked for an audience? I tire of this talk.” The king gets annoyed and pushes me from his lap, causing me to fall to the floor.

“I have come to claim a debt.” The man’s smile sends chills down my spine. His eyes wander across my body.

“Explain, and make it quick.” The king commands while leaning back on his throne.

“I’ve come to claim a debt for the injustice I suffered a year ago. I claim rights to the debtor.” The man walks towards me, reaching out a hand as if to touch me.

“You dare!” The king stands and pushes his hand away before his fingers reach me.

“Yes, I dare. I am owed and will share in the debt.” The man moves forward, unafraid of the king’s murderous aura.

“What right do you have to make such a claim?” The king questions.

“That is not your concern. The stone will judge the legitimacy of my claim. It is not for you to decide.” With that the man moves forward again. He has a ring on his index finger, similar to the king’s but still yellow. Taking the chain he lifts my stone and brings it to his ring. The two stones flash then his fades to a royal blue while mine is now a half blue and half purple.

Mortified, I pull my necklace back and hold it tightly. The king was able to control my ever action with this damn rock. Now it appears this scary man can do the same.

“I claim rights, so I guess we’ll have to share custody.” The man laughts as he squats down to fiddle with the fabric of my dress. Then, he scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder.

“I’ll bring her back tomorrow.” The man turns to walk away, as I dangle helplessly and in pain from the way his shoulder digs into my stomach.

“You will bring her back in the same condition, Chrisious. It is not your place to break her.” The king yells after the two of us.

Laughing again, the man turns to address the king.

“It will be my pleasure to bring her back in the exact same condition your majesty.” Then he turns to continue walking out the door.

Lifting my head, I see the king clinching his jaw and fisting his hands. The room full of creatures that look both human and not, are gossiping loudly and watching us leave.

I feel tears running down my face again and my eyes meet the king. He stares back then closes his eyes and turns away.

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