Against My Fathers Liking, but All For Love
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,071
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Saphire and I
My mom was a servant to the Royal King Raybrant. She cleaned and cooked for him, his wife, his son, and his son’s friend. She worked hard day in and day out to keep that enormous house clean. She cleaned the best she could. The son’s friend, Ryan, always watched and stalked my mother. My mother grew worried after a great period of time. Ryan was always getting closer and closer to her. Eventually my mother, helpless as can be compared to this buff monster, was raped. Within months she found out she was pregnant with me. My mother, Elaine, gave birth to me 6 months after she found out she was pregnant. Sadly she died giving birth to me.
My name is Sage. I am now part of the servants. There are only 2 servants, Saphire and I. Saphire was a trade to the king as another kingdom owed him. Since I was born with no mother she was a fair trade. Saphire raised me since I was little. Now I am 16 years of age. I’m 4 foot 10 and I have long, bright and smooth cream-colored hair. I have one blue eye and one purple eye. I’m very tan from working outside all day and I have muscle for doing much gardening work. Saphire is like my twin, except she has dark brown hair and blue eyes. She is also about 5 foot 5. We sleep in a, well what Saphire and I call a small house, it’s more like a shed. There’s only enough room for a small dresser and two twin sized beds.
Saphire and I have been working mostly our whole lives. If we don’t follow orders, or do something very wrong in the Kings or Prince’s eyes we get beaten, although the Prince have never laid a hand on Saphire or me. The king always beat Saphire and me. No matter if we did something or not. When he was drunk he was much worse. He has raped Saphire countless times. Saphire is very lucky; she is unable to have children. Before she was shipped to King Raybrant she had her tubes tied. She had had one child previously but the child was taken to a foster home. Servants weren’t aloud to have children in that castle. I knew one day that my dad was going to come to me. I knew that one-day King Raybrant would choose me. Luckily he hasn’t yet.
My chores for everyday is to help Saphire clean, cook, and my main job is the garden. I weed, water, plant, and make large gardens everyday. I am always filthy by the end of the day. It doesn’t matter much if we are able to take showers anyways. We are not aloud to be seen by the public or any visitors. Saphire and I have a chance to take a shower once a week if we are lucky. When we take a shower once a week, later that evening we are serving the Prince. Saphire and I have always wanted love from someone. For right now the Prince would have to do.
Then there was this one unlucky, horrifying, and sad evening that happened right before my eyes. We were serving dinner, Saphire and I, and the king had been drinking heavily. His wife, the queen, had left him. Soon to be divorced the king took it out on Saphire and I. Well, as dinner was served the Prince was there to join that evening. The king as I said was drunk and Saphire had added to much spice to his food; he through a fight of rage and got up from the table. The prince already had his food. I jumped in fright as he stood up. The chair squeaked on the floor as he did so. The prince calmly looked at both of us. The king began to shout.
“You ungrateful bitches! COOK MY DINNER SO YOU CAN BURN ME FROM THE INSIDE OUT HUH!” The king picked up his food plate and through it across the room. His spicy dinner was splattered on the wall. Saphire looked at me with a sad face and began to back up to be equal with me. Saphire began to speak.
”Your majesty, I’m truly sorry I added to much spice to your food. I will quickly cook you another plate with less spice.” She bowed and began to walk away. Tears were in her eyes as she was afraid what was going to happen next. The king suddenly thrashed out on both of us. He first grabbed me. I was in his reaching distance. He began to violently beat me. I was very skinny for we, the servants, hardly ate. The prince stood up in horror. His chair squeaked as well. I cried and whimpered after every hit. Saphire took action and pushed him off of me.
”Leave her alone! She has done nothing to you!” Saphire cried out in a ply. She stood over me as if she was protecting me. The king grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her to the ground. Saphire fell to the ground with a hard thud. She was strong but not as strong as the king. The king beat her in the head with his fists and started to punch and kick at her ribs. Saphire screamed in pain and agony. My head throbbed from my beating. I could hardly sit up. The prince watched mouth open wide in horror at what he was seeing. He couldn’t move and he couldn’t do anything for he would get punished as well. As the King beat Saphire you could hear her ribs cracking and breaking inside of her. With a final blow to the head she stopped fighting. She stopped moving all together.
As I sat up I looked at Saphire with great shock and was unable to speak.
“Father what have you done!” The prince said in great shock. He looked at his father with hard looks.
”I have done nothing. All she has done is wreck this place. Saphire could do nothing right. It’s for her own good!” The King began to yell. I ignored his yelling and screaming. I looked at Saphire. My heart began to beat faster and faster. I could only hear my heart beat as I approached her. Saphire was 40 years of age. As I got up close I could see and realized what has happened. I placed my arms over her body and cried. I knelt on my knees as I cried my hardest. My only friend, mother, and coworker was now dead. There was nothing I could do to bring her back.
“You have killed this poor girls only mother… let alone her best friend!” The Prince also approached the motionless Saphire and me. He looked at me with great sadness. I didn’t lift my head at all. All I could hear was my quiet weeping. The Prince put his hand on my back and rubbed it gently.
”Stupid fucking boy.” The King said sarcastically and walked out of the dinning hall. The Prince stayed by my side as I cried and wept. As soon as the King was out of the dinning hall the Prince pulled me in for a deep and comforting hug. The Prince was twenty years of age. He was tall and handsome. He has light sandy blond hair and is a very buff man. He is not overly buff though. He hugged me till I fell asleep crying in his arms. He picked me up and continued to his room.
The Prince walked up the stairs quietly trying to avoid any noises that would attract the King to what the Prince was doing. The Prince laid me on the bed and tucked me in under the covers. He went back down stairs to clean up the mess that had been made that night. That night he buried Saphire back by our shed. He also cleaned up the splattered food off the floor and walls. Once the Prince was done with all this he took a shower and climbed into bed next to me. He pulled me close and held me tight to comfort me. I may have been sleeping but I know I must have felt it through my sleep.
The next morning I awoke next to the Prince. I jumped but the Prince pulled me back into the bed.
”Shhh Sage. Its ok. I brought you here last night so you could have a decent place to sleep and rest.” The Prince whispered into my ear.
”Fabian, you know you could get in BIG trouble for this.” I whispered harshly back.
”I know, I know. The king is so harsh and mean to you. I’m so sorry that you have to go through this… you shouldn’t have too.” Fabian stated, wrapping his arms around me. My breathing caught in my throat.
”Fabian… I…” My feelings started to pour out. I loved the Prince. Prince Fabian was the best person on this earth… in my opinion. I believe he loves me too but I’m not sure at this point. I could feel my heart racing.
”Yes Sage.” He sad my name like I was someone… not just a peasant girl.
”I… have something to say.” I whispered as my face turned red.
”Yes? What is it?” He smiled at me. He ran his hand through my hair.
”I… uh…” There was a sudden knock at the door.
”FABIAN GET UP YOU LAZY ASS!” The King yelled. He started to open the door.
”Get under the bed hurry!” Fabian whispered harshly. “Go!”
I started for the edge of the bed. I was out of the blankets and nearly on the ground when the door fully opened.
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Though i would start with a fresh new story! PLEASE REVIEW! Please excuse spelling and grammer errors! THANK YOU!
-The Author
My name is Sage. I am now part of the servants. There are only 2 servants, Saphire and I. Saphire was a trade to the king as another kingdom owed him. Since I was born with no mother she was a fair trade. Saphire raised me since I was little. Now I am 16 years of age. I’m 4 foot 10 and I have long, bright and smooth cream-colored hair. I have one blue eye and one purple eye. I’m very tan from working outside all day and I have muscle for doing much gardening work. Saphire is like my twin, except she has dark brown hair and blue eyes. She is also about 5 foot 5. We sleep in a, well what Saphire and I call a small house, it’s more like a shed. There’s only enough room for a small dresser and two twin sized beds.
Saphire and I have been working mostly our whole lives. If we don’t follow orders, or do something very wrong in the Kings or Prince’s eyes we get beaten, although the Prince have never laid a hand on Saphire or me. The king always beat Saphire and me. No matter if we did something or not. When he was drunk he was much worse. He has raped Saphire countless times. Saphire is very lucky; she is unable to have children. Before she was shipped to King Raybrant she had her tubes tied. She had had one child previously but the child was taken to a foster home. Servants weren’t aloud to have children in that castle. I knew one day that my dad was going to come to me. I knew that one-day King Raybrant would choose me. Luckily he hasn’t yet.
My chores for everyday is to help Saphire clean, cook, and my main job is the garden. I weed, water, plant, and make large gardens everyday. I am always filthy by the end of the day. It doesn’t matter much if we are able to take showers anyways. We are not aloud to be seen by the public or any visitors. Saphire and I have a chance to take a shower once a week if we are lucky. When we take a shower once a week, later that evening we are serving the Prince. Saphire and I have always wanted love from someone. For right now the Prince would have to do.
Then there was this one unlucky, horrifying, and sad evening that happened right before my eyes. We were serving dinner, Saphire and I, and the king had been drinking heavily. His wife, the queen, had left him. Soon to be divorced the king took it out on Saphire and I. Well, as dinner was served the Prince was there to join that evening. The king as I said was drunk and Saphire had added to much spice to his food; he through a fight of rage and got up from the table. The prince already had his food. I jumped in fright as he stood up. The chair squeaked on the floor as he did so. The prince calmly looked at both of us. The king began to shout.
“You ungrateful bitches! COOK MY DINNER SO YOU CAN BURN ME FROM THE INSIDE OUT HUH!” The king picked up his food plate and through it across the room. His spicy dinner was splattered on the wall. Saphire looked at me with a sad face and began to back up to be equal with me. Saphire began to speak.
”Your majesty, I’m truly sorry I added to much spice to your food. I will quickly cook you another plate with less spice.” She bowed and began to walk away. Tears were in her eyes as she was afraid what was going to happen next. The king suddenly thrashed out on both of us. He first grabbed me. I was in his reaching distance. He began to violently beat me. I was very skinny for we, the servants, hardly ate. The prince stood up in horror. His chair squeaked as well. I cried and whimpered after every hit. Saphire took action and pushed him off of me.
”Leave her alone! She has done nothing to you!” Saphire cried out in a ply. She stood over me as if she was protecting me. The king grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her to the ground. Saphire fell to the ground with a hard thud. She was strong but not as strong as the king. The king beat her in the head with his fists and started to punch and kick at her ribs. Saphire screamed in pain and agony. My head throbbed from my beating. I could hardly sit up. The prince watched mouth open wide in horror at what he was seeing. He couldn’t move and he couldn’t do anything for he would get punished as well. As the King beat Saphire you could hear her ribs cracking and breaking inside of her. With a final blow to the head she stopped fighting. She stopped moving all together.
As I sat up I looked at Saphire with great shock and was unable to speak.
“Father what have you done!” The prince said in great shock. He looked at his father with hard looks.
”I have done nothing. All she has done is wreck this place. Saphire could do nothing right. It’s for her own good!” The King began to yell. I ignored his yelling and screaming. I looked at Saphire. My heart began to beat faster and faster. I could only hear my heart beat as I approached her. Saphire was 40 years of age. As I got up close I could see and realized what has happened. I placed my arms over her body and cried. I knelt on my knees as I cried my hardest. My only friend, mother, and coworker was now dead. There was nothing I could do to bring her back.
“You have killed this poor girls only mother… let alone her best friend!” The Prince also approached the motionless Saphire and me. He looked at me with great sadness. I didn’t lift my head at all. All I could hear was my quiet weeping. The Prince put his hand on my back and rubbed it gently.
”Stupid fucking boy.” The King said sarcastically and walked out of the dinning hall. The Prince stayed by my side as I cried and wept. As soon as the King was out of the dinning hall the Prince pulled me in for a deep and comforting hug. The Prince was twenty years of age. He was tall and handsome. He has light sandy blond hair and is a very buff man. He is not overly buff though. He hugged me till I fell asleep crying in his arms. He picked me up and continued to his room.
The Prince walked up the stairs quietly trying to avoid any noises that would attract the King to what the Prince was doing. The Prince laid me on the bed and tucked me in under the covers. He went back down stairs to clean up the mess that had been made that night. That night he buried Saphire back by our shed. He also cleaned up the splattered food off the floor and walls. Once the Prince was done with all this he took a shower and climbed into bed next to me. He pulled me close and held me tight to comfort me. I may have been sleeping but I know I must have felt it through my sleep.
The next morning I awoke next to the Prince. I jumped but the Prince pulled me back into the bed.
”Shhh Sage. Its ok. I brought you here last night so you could have a decent place to sleep and rest.” The Prince whispered into my ear.
”Fabian, you know you could get in BIG trouble for this.” I whispered harshly back.
”I know, I know. The king is so harsh and mean to you. I’m so sorry that you have to go through this… you shouldn’t have too.” Fabian stated, wrapping his arms around me. My breathing caught in my throat.
”Fabian… I…” My feelings started to pour out. I loved the Prince. Prince Fabian was the best person on this earth… in my opinion. I believe he loves me too but I’m not sure at this point. I could feel my heart racing.
”Yes Sage.” He sad my name like I was someone… not just a peasant girl.
”I… have something to say.” I whispered as my face turned red.
”Yes? What is it?” He smiled at me. He ran his hand through my hair.
”I… uh…” There was a sudden knock at the door.
”FABIAN GET UP YOU LAZY ASS!” The King yelled. He started to open the door.
”Get under the bed hurry!” Fabian whispered harshly. “Go!”
I started for the edge of the bed. I was out of the blankets and nearly on the ground when the door fully opened.
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Though i would start with a fresh new story! PLEASE REVIEW! Please excuse spelling and grammer errors! THANK YOU!
-The Author