When the night is dark they slip out of the woods.

The barbarians, or better known as Laethians, creep into the the Kingdom of Brealle. The King sleeps soundly in his immaculate bed, knowing that his only daughter is safe and sound in her bedroom.

No one sees the men scale up the castle wall and onto the open balcony. The Princess left the balcony doors open to let in the ocean breeze.

This just makes it easier to slip in and take the dainty creature.

One of the barbarians motion to the rest to stay while he steps past her billowing curtains. The moon illuminates his features as he creeps to the Princess' bed.

Something stirs inside of him when he spots the beautiful woman on the bed. His eyes roam over her curves and dart to the exposed skin of her upper thigh.

Licking his lips he traces the curve of her heart-shaped lips with his thumb. Her dark eyelashes flutter open and her emerald green eyes widen.

Before she could scream he clamps a hand over her mouth. The Princess of Brealle thrashes against the bed and as he lowers the cloth to her face.

She stills and he removes his hands. The Laethian then picks her up like a long lost lover and carries her away into the night.

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The Laethian doesn't let anybody else carry her out of the Kingdom of Brealle.

Princess Calista stirs when the men finally come to a rest. It's midday and the trees sway overhead. You can no longer feel the ocean breeze of Brealle and it feels like a piece of her heart was left behind.

Her wrists are chained as she watches the Laethians prepare camp for nightfall. Her dark hair is knotted and her brain is fuzzy.

Calista's chains clank and it alerts the men. "She's awake, Majesty!" They call out. She sits up and holds her head in her hands.

Tugging on the chain she finds it connected to the closest tree. Leaves crunch and a pair of boots appear in front of her.

Her heart skyrockets when her eyes drift upward. The man stares down at her with a curious expression and Calista remembers what one of her friends from the village told her.

Laethian men are known to be very handsome but also cruel. The King of Laeth stands in front of the Princess and she has no idea what he has in store for the innocent flower.

His dark eyes roam over her body and he smirks devilishly. "Hello, Princess."

She doesn't look at the beautiful man in front of her. Keeping her focus on her bound wrist she tries not to throw up.

"Stand up." He orders. Whatever was on that cloth was making her sick. Instead of standing up she pukes onto his shoes.

She feels dirty, disgusted, and scared. Also kind of satisfied for puking on her captor's shiny black boots.

The King calls to a young boy. "Clean her up, Smith and bring her to my tent." He tosses the keys to the skinny boy and walks away.

Calista, slumped on the ground, watches the child unlock the chains connecting her ankles to the tree.

"Princess," He whispers, shyly. "Please get up." She wipes her mouth and holds out her hand. Smith helps her get to her feet and stumbles to the bathing tent.

Laethian men grin at her as she walks by and she looks away her eyes burning with tears. Her father is probably worried sick.

Entering the tent, Smith tells the men to clear out and she wrinkles her nose in disgust as the smell hits her.

Smith separates himself from Calista and starts to fill a rusty tub with water. "How am I supposed to wash myself with my hands chained?" She asks quietly.

"The King did not tell me to unbind your wrists so you'll have to manage."

Her eye brows crease. "How am I supposed to get out of my clothes, little one?"

The boys checks flame. "There is nowhere for me to run, please I'm too exhausted." Calista pleads.

He sighs and pulls the keys out. "After you are done they are coming back on." She nods tiredly and lets the boy unlock the cuffs.

Smith sets a pair of clothes by the basin and steps out. "Shout when you are done." Calista strips out of her tattered night dress and slips into the warm water.

She doesn't care if it looks a little unfiltered she just needs to feel the water on her skin. Calista thinks about the man that she puked on.

She thinks about the way his jaw was shaped perfectly and his lean figure. She thinks about how beautiful he was and the way he looked at her with his dark eyes.

There is a bar of soap with a hair stuck to it and she doesn't even bother using it. She dunks her head before stepping out and wrapping a towel around her.

Drying off, she glances at the clothes that the boy gave her. They are not women clothes.

He didn't even provide her with an underwear and bra. Calista pulls on the trousers and lastly the plain t-shirt.

Her nipples pierce through the thin fabric and she crosses her arms embarrassed. "Little one!" She shouts. The tent flaps open and the scrawny body walks in. He snaps back on the chains.

"Come with me, miss." Calista follows him out of the tent and she ignores the whistles of the barbarians.

Smoke fills her nostrils and she glances over to see a fire roaring in the middle of camp. The men hoot and holler roasting their meals.

The sun is almost gone from the sky and Smith leads her to the largest tent in the camp. He stops at the entrance and pushes her inside.

Her bare feet land on a plush rug and she trips over it. She lands on her hands and knees and she hurriedly gets up.

"I like you in that position, princess." A voice says. She looks over to see the King walking over to her.

This must be where he sleeps. His massive bed sits in the middle of the room and it looks like his personal bedroom.

He looks at her damp hair and notices she is not wearing a bra. Her nipples stand erect and he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I see you washed up."

Her eyes glance down at his shoes her eyes timid. "Do you know why you are here?"

His breath fans across Calista's face and she detects mint. She shakes her head. He lifts a hand and tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Your father has owed my family for quite some time. I decided to collect my payment." He says.

Calista has never heard of Brealle owing Laeth ever. She has always been separated from that world. Her father kept her pampered and innocent.

"My father will not appreciate this." She warns. He closes the space between us and tugs Calista against him. His chest is hard and muscular and she almost loses her footing.

Her eyes widen and he is satisfied. His cock twitches at the thought of her being his. "Once we marry he can't do anything about it."

"Whoever said anything about marriage?" She says defiantly. Calista feels his hand slide down her waist and squeeze her hips.

No man has ever touched her like this. It unearths a strange feeling in her gut and makes her head spin. And she doesn't push him away.

"I was going to kill you until I actually saw you." He admits twirling a piece of my damp hair. "You are of age, so I just decided to take you as mine."

Calista jerks away from him, breaking away from his grasp. "Don't touch me." He glares at the princess and glances down at her chains.

"I don't think you are in the right position to be telling people what to do." He says. His dark eyes flash and he moves closer.

The King grabs the chain and yanks it above her head. Her arms fly up, her skin rubbing against the uncomfortable metal. Her shirt rises, exposing a strip of golden skin.

His other hand snakes under her shirt and she yelps. "Shh..." her skin prickles and his fingertips touch just underneath her breast. "So soft."

Suddenly, he drops her chains and pulls away. "I'll save you for our wedding night."

Slightly aroused, she watches him climb into bed. "Come, Princess."