Francesca_Anthony

Elizabeth, a young and beautiful princess, thought she had finally found her prince charming in Nicholas when they first met at the ball. However, she soon learned that he was indeed the devil.

In one fateful night, her life came crashing down when her kingdom was destroyed, her parents were killed by the king of Eratreal, and she was taken as a slave to Eratreal.

What happens when she finds out that her beloved Nicholas was the prince of Eratreal, and she is now his slave? He had one goal: to make her life a living hell.

The Royal slave

The training ground echoed with the thud of splintering wood as Elizabeth approached her brother, Arthur. His countenance was set hard, muscles working with controlled force as he broke planks. He looked up and met his sister's gaze, before his lips twisted in a frown.

"What's the matter?" Elizabeth inquired, concern etched on her voice.

Arthur paused, strengthened up, guiding her to a quiet corner. "I know you went to the ball as Lady Olivia last night," he said, his gaze probing.

Elizabeth stiffened, although she wasn't surprised. "I did it to help the Resistance. They promised assistance," she explained, gauging his reaction. "They said they could help us brother."

Disappointment furrowed Arthur's brow. "They should have told me before involving you in such a risky task," he lamented.

"They likely kept it from you because they knew you'd disagree," Elizabeth defended. "But we need their support."

Chapter Thirty Six: You Belong To Me.