CAMPBELL525

Kristma is a young and shy girl who lives in the small but  cold colony called Douleia, the most famous colony of reproduction. The home of all future pallakis (concubines) and first ladies (wifes) of Mor Empire.
Cael is a Iudex, the person who has the responsibility of judge and help the Emperor Aurelius.
Aurelius is the most handsome Emperor that Mor knew in all your three centuries of existence.
His white hair and gray eyes what are adored by all pallakis and first ladies hinde a disturbing danger.
By a trade agreement Kristma's father sold her to Cael and now she is his pallaki.
As his pallaki, Kristima gonna learn that if she wants to keep her luxury life like a Iudex pallaki she will need to be smarter than the other pallakis that will do everything to win the heart of Cael who since the first love night when Kristma became his pallaki he can't take her off his mind.
Ilyada, the Cael's first lady, accepted that she is not his love anymore and feels thankful for that because now she can fight against her the true enemy, the Emperor Aurelius, her fist love that now is her biggest enemy.

AMAZON
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STEEL

The sunlight was already intense in my room. It was as if  instead of having slept thirty minutes I had fainted for hours and hours. 


- Miss Kristma… It's time to wake up! I've prepared your bath. The breakfast with the emperor will begin soon. It is important that you  go with the right clothes maybe the emperor will choose you and then you can change your caste and become an Imperial pallaki. 


Suddenly the memories of the night before hit me like a punch in the stomach. The magic, Eleanor's bruises, the tears and the dread of the only pallaki chosen to stay with Aurelius. 


- I. I like this house… - I finally got to say after catching my breath. The same breath that I had been lost with the impact of memories on the walls of my mind. 


- Sometimes I think being a sklavoi is better than being an Imperial pallaki… 


- Are you sure about what you're saying my lady? 


Sasha stared at me with disbelief, my words made no sense to her reality. 


The sklavois who from very early to death live among the corridors of the houses of the great lords of Mor. Often they don't understand that being a slave doesn't just mean washing toilets and sewing clothes. Some slaves not only wash the bathrooms but wash the ego of old and rich men with their bodies and their lips. 


In minutes my bath was started. Sasha who was confused because  my words helped me during my bath and also with my clothes for in that occasion I must be perfect in according to the measurements and the stereotypes that she had. My body was ornamented with a celestial blue flowing dress. The skirts of my dress were all tied to a rustic dark leather belt.


I stood in front of the mirror in my room and I watched that work of art, the waves in my hair caught in crystal flowers matched the delicacy of the neckline that revealed little of the exposed skin of my breasts. 


My image reflected in the mirror invoked the summer air in contrast that cold winds outside the castle walls. 


I was already ready and the only option that I had it was arrive at the right time  for the breakfast. I wandered the halls. I slowly dragged my feet on the polished floor, feeling the waves of my hair caressing on my back. 


My mind was still cloudy when I arrived at the dining room table that morning. Phelps by the tiredness or the sleepness that were drunking my senses I didn't realize the lack of Liliane and as Ilyada was working out some important issues, I wasn't too frightened by the lack of her. 


- Good morning kris… how was the party last night? - The irony and irritation of Susan's words ignited all my senses of alertness and danger. Ilyada and Liliane were not there to help me, that was a battle that I would  fight by myself. 


I decided to fight in silence. Ignoring her attacks is almost as cruel as torture. The silence suggests indifference, the indifference suggests the superiority that in turn suggests the insignificance of the words of my aggressor that in this case wanted to humiliate me. 


- I talked to you your manhole pornes! - Suzan replied while she was feeling my cold silence. 


I ignored her once more and drank coffee that was in my white porcelain cup. 


- Are you feeling like the next First Lady just because Master Cael misses you? I'm sorry girl… you are nothing else but a distraction when you stop being a novelty he'll forget you as fast as he found you! 


Self-control. I needed to maintain my self-control. I took another sip of coffee, I put the cup on the table and fixed my eyes on Suzan. Her skin that was once white as Ivory now had been replaced by a shade of red the same red characteristic of the furious and wild people.


chapters in a bit