Chapter 7 My father's lies!

"You want to know the real truth why he promised to give you to me?! I saved his effing life! Your father wasn't a true warrior, he was a weakling! One who went to war and slept off, leaving his warriors to fight his battles. That was why he had no scratch. Your kingdom thought they gave the throne to a brave warrior, but he was even more feeble than a strand of my hair!"

His words pierced my heart, ragging me like a wildfire.

I felt like slapping the living daylights out of him right now.

Why would he speak of my father in such a manner?

"One day, while coming back from a war, I saw your father's men fighting another kingdom, but your father, my once master, was not there. I saw his horse, standing beside a tree, held by a rope. He was sleeping on the floor beside the tree while others fought his battle and he claimed the glory. Seeing me, he knew I was going to spill the beans, so he quickly made me a promise, one that I couldn't refuse, he knew I always had my eyes on you at a tender age. You were very beautiful, and I couldn't wait to lay the stem of my loins on your small mouth," I quickly knocked his filthy hands off my lips.

"Oh, feisty, just how I love it. You ca play around now , but don't forget...I get whatever I want," he sniffed my left ear, my legs quivered, my clits slowly popped out from its shell, and I quickly pushed him away and hurried to join others.

I haven't seen him be this dirty with me before, but as much as I loathed it, I fell for it.

He walked back to join us and I read stupid meaning to every one of his glance at me.

At all his sight in my mind's eye, I saw him eating me up, but I won't let that happen.

"Let's eat something and continue."

Whatever they shared, I wasn't hungry.

I had a lot to think about then.

My father and the god's evil orgasmic plans for me.

Lily saw me reject my food and she came to me. Her face was like those days in the castle when I wouldn't eat anything and made her worry.

"Why are you rejecting the fruits? It is good for your body, especially now that the destination of our journey can't be determined."

Whatever she said wasn't my monkey . I had many thoughts weighing on me.

Was my father really who he said he was?

Back in my kingdom, he couldn't be given king if he wasn't brave enough and must have killed a Barbary lion with his bare hands.

If it was true and my kingdom found out he was lying, his death penalty would be inhumane.

He would have been crucified with Saint Andrew's cross and upside down, opening the gates for the ancient caged Rupelle Vultures to come feast on him.

Now I owed him my life to save my father's.

Christ on a bike! I hated that!

But how come he killed the Barbary Lion?

He hasn't answered yet. His eyes mistakenly caught mine while he was taking his fruits and I quickly looked away.

I could imagine him smiling after that. In his mind, he would smirk and say "Smart girl."

The thought of my father being deceitful kept ruminating in my mind.

How would my mother feel when she learned all this?

The man she's been living with all these years has been lying to her and used me to pay off his debt.

Even home wasn't safe for me anymore, then. Suddenly, I heard a foot crunch the underbrush behind me, it was him.

When did he leave his position that I didn't know?

But then I remembered he was a god. He sat by me, and picked up a fruit, sending his hand forth into my mouth but I rejected.

I was expecting one of his baby girl's treatments, but to my shocking surprise, he went hard this time, quickly pulling my hair backward as if he forcefully wanted to lay his construction in the foundation of my mouth.

I wasn't his little princess anymore as he used to.

He forced the apple into my mouth and my teeth took the bait, crushing on it and grinding down my stomach.

Why was he suddenly being so hard? Has my father's action suddenly begun to irritate him too?

"You've stressed me a lot in the course of this journey, little princess. I think it's time we changed methods," he said to me while forcefully feeding me the apple.

Lily looked at his actions with so much loathe, I could feel her full calves legs ready to move to stop him, but I guessed his aura was too much that she didn't even know what held her back.

The prostitute?

She wanted to watch more of the film her eyes were capturing.

She loved the way he pulled my hair, and I caught her reacting sensually to it, her eyes wanting every bit of that action.

She can bloody come switch positions with me now I don't care, all of them should effing leave me the hell alone!

I wanted to be alone!

I gazed at his eyes, tears watering up, while I gave him a side eye, signalling him a reminder of being a gentleman, but his once amber eyes were cold, feeding the apple down my throat, till he quickly pushed off my head.

Aargh!

That was painful!

He didn't care and went back to his position.

"Let's move!" He arranged the horse and jumped on it.

Oh I forgot, others were fully armored but he wasn't wearing any.

They all got onto their horses, waiting for me as I stayed back, tears rolling down my eyes.

Lily quickly jumped off her horse to come pet me,

"stop! Get back," his commanding voice thundered.

He came down from the horse and walked to me, I refused to look at his amber eyes. I wanted to be the thorn in his flesh then, hoping to force the gentleman out of him, but he gradually stroked my hair and walked around me, like his acolytes were a board of directors on a film set watching.

He smiled at me, I didn't know what that meant as my eyes caught up with his, the next thing?

I saw myself on the horse's back.

Eff!

While I had watched his every movement and connected to the brim of his eyes, he had slipped out his hands, my hand betraying me without alerting me and slipping back onto his.

I didn't even know when my feet moved to the horse's point, but I realized I was on a horse when he raised me up and dropped me on the horse's back, jolting up my sleeping brain.

He could command all my body without my knowledge too?

Then I thought of cutting off my hand and legs, but they weren't the problem, it was my heart that was piloting them, not the real me!