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He grabbed my throat hard and pinned his gaze on me. I gasped, astounded, feeling as if my neck was impeded by chains.

His very dim eyes intimidated me so bad I felt I could die. His chilly breath fanned my face. He was cold, his skin felt grossly cold but I felt more hurt from his grip on my neck. He was choking the life out of me, I couldn't even make a high sound as he had seemingly suppressed my vocal cords with his hold.

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Princess Almira was captured into Sihasin after an enemy kingdom invaded into her home kingdom, Perston. Now a slave, she faced incredible sufferings but yet still became the fifty mistress of his royal highness, King Luther — A king so astute but yet so seemingly ruthless and sadistic. Love bloomed between them however, but with the strong need to escape and take back her father's kingdom which Luther had conquered, will she fight over her heart or let love take its lead?


[NOTE: THIS IS A SLOW BURN ROMANCE BOOK (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) ]

The King's Fifth Mistress

I woke up the next morning with a yawn. I remember going to sleep early but how could I wake up so late? And how could I feel comfortable waking up still yet in this room?

I stared at the door. It still was locked and I was sure the guards guarding over me must still be there.

I stood and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I felt a bit dizzy and fuzzy and somehow felt like going back to sleep.

I didn't have anything to do today anyways, I was in a room arrest and could even hardly feel the sun on my shoulders.

I heard the door unlock open and a sigh from Keri as she walked into the room. Just then the door went shut and locked again.

"Almira, where are you?" I heard her drop something down, probably a tray.

"Almira?" I went out of the bathroom, my face moist. "Aren't you afraid someone might hear you call your superior by her name?"

Chapter Forty Two: His Hell