Chapter 20: Princess in a brothel-IV

No one cared that I had fallen to the ground. As the bulky men had been holding me, they continued to drag me to where the master led. By the clothes, he wore I could tell that he was in a high position in the king's court yet he was involved with something that was forbidden from various monarchy's.

This was a pure betrayal to the king.

But fear by now had already gripped my bones and I could not even open my mouth as I was being dragged to the room's upstairs. Begging and pleading was no longer an option because at the end of the day they were never going to heed to have mercy on me.

How had I been so sheltered that I did not even know what was happening around me?

What kind of Queen was I to become?

He stepped into the room and stood in the middle then turning towards me and he waved his hand after which the men left me there, walking out closing the door shut.

He smiled, a malicious and dark smile as his eyes scanned me making me take a step back.

"Oh, no, no," he laughed, "this night is not to take a step back but forward." Saying that he took a step forward and that made me take a few more steps back almost having my back against the door.

"Do you even know what you are doing? This is a direct betrayal to the king!" I had to defend myself somehow and stating the facts seemed to be the best in my opinion. "You could be thrown out of the king's court within moments if he came to know of this!"

He didn't comment on it and continued to stare at me or my breasts. "You must be prepared for tonight. We have a ritual and that is I would break you in and then my sons would take over."

The information disgusted me more than the entire evening itself. His sons would break someone after him?!

"And then," he continued, "I would decide if you get to go to our house and reside there permanently or not. I would suggest you give me the best of what you can do tonight because my house would be certainly better than living in a brothel."

Should I tell him that I come from a palace? Which are a thousand times better and luxurious than his house would be.

"No thank you." I smiled, "In fact, I would love to inform you that I have no interest in living with you and in your house. How about you save those efforts and find someone who wants to."

"There's no fun in that."

Gritting my teeth, I answered again, "A gentleman always cares for a woman and I can tell that you are one."

He laughed, amused by my arguments, "If I was a gentleman then I'll assure you that this would not have been the establishment that I would happen to be in."

"Yes, bu—"

"Quiet!" He said loudly and made me flinch while looking at him with wide eyes. "I have had enough of this banter. I have been entertaining you and now I want the entertainment that I have paid for."

"Wait here," I smiled and turned to the door. "I find someone just right for you tonight!"

My smartness was not favourable in this situation as within the moment I had been pulled back and thrown onto the bed by a huge force. He stood at the end of the bed, near my feet and I could feel him and undressing me.

"Your beauty is eternal. If I may say, I would have assumed that you are Princess somewhere." He mused.

"If I confirm that, would you leave me alone?"

He shook his head and placed his knee on the mattress making it deep and climbing up on me making me shiver in fear.

Raped, I was about to be raped.

"Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and that seems to be the only thing I could do as I thrashed around and pushed him. "Help me!"

"That's all right," he came close and placed his lips on my neck as I thrashed around.

"N-No!" I keep moving my head making sure that he can't, once again, violet me. It had made my heart beat faster than ever and he had yet not even touched me. "Stop it!" I screamed but no one heard.

His hands came at my shoulder and he took the dress off from there making my thrashing get even more violent. He saw my breasts!

He was dangerously close to—

"Viscount!" The door banged opened and a man stepped into the room making the abuser look at him. "Let her go, your mistress is in labour." A man announced and the man on top of me stiffened.