Chapter 7: The Internet Frenzy

It had been many weeks since Connor left for the war, and many weeks since Gracelyn posted the picture that went viral, throwing the Internet in frenzy for weeks after.

Less and less people were coming into the dining room, it wasn't hard math, I knew it was because of me, Anne had stopped coming since that evening but I couldn't care less even though there were times I wanted to hide away in the room and just stay there, I didn't.

I woke up everyday, bathed, ate but I quickly realized the palace was extremely boring so I created my own fun, I even made proper friends with the maids that were nice to me in the past.

I planned, schemed and mapped out the perfect revenge plan, but everyday Connor didn't come back, made it seem like wasted effort.

I couldn't even go outside the palace, the media was always lurking outside the walls and it made it hard to seek fun outside.

The second day after Connor went to war, I had ordered a high tech phone and opened an anonymous account on social media, and I got the first shock of my life since Connor married and made me his slave.

A picture of my face and Gracelyn's popped up and I clicked on it, it had millions of likes and comments. "Sold the most luxurious clothes to her highness- A blessed day" I read the caption twice, I didn't realize she was going to put the picture on the Internet,

I stared at my own face, seeing my dark circles and ghost hunted eyes, I almost fainted, but the surprisingly I didn't receive any negative comments on my looks, it was filled with people praising my looks and that made me feel nice about myself.

Since then, the media made themselves known, filming outside the palace walls from dawn till dusk.

"Your highness?" Opral said lightly, I turned my face to the skinny girl.

"I'll have breakfast on the balcony" I said sweetly and added a mental note to talk to the maid matron, I received an anonymous report in form of a letter left on my bed earlier that week, according to the letter, the matron was maltreating the girls badly and they were wondering if I could help. I knew the woman was a wicked one, she had made life more difficult for me as a slave but I always thought she was trying not to offend Connor by being nice to me but that was clearly not the case.

I watched the girl leave the room and went to the balcony, the view was magnificent from there, I sat in a comfortable chair and waited for breakfast. I did not feel like facing the sore faces in the dining hall. The ambience was getting too uncomfortable, they could decide to come together and kill me before Connor got back and even the guards-

"You seem to have made yourself comfortable"

My face went pale, I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear any sound. His scent filled my nose and I lifted my face to look at him, I felt the phone slip away from my lap and hit the floor as I stood up.

He was leaning on the door frame of the balcony looking relaxed, he must have been there watching me for a while. He wore a dark suit and tie that looked like it was tailored to fit him perfectly.

"Connor" I closed my eyes, scared I was running crazy and imagining him but he was still there when I opened my eyes, his face expressionless. Struggling to believe my eyes, I walked over and poked his chest and froze when I felt his hard muscle underneath my finger.

"You" I gasped, I caught his slight frown before his face slipped back into an unreadable mask.

"I hear you've been wrecking my palace and Kingdom" He drawled, his voice lazy and laced with a hint of annoyance.

"You're back" I whispered as the reality hit me in the face, weeks of planning can finally be put in motion, I could finally get the revenge I deserve.

"I made you a promise, didn't I?" Even though there was no emotion on his face, I could feel it in his voice, the promise of something dark and dangerous.

I stepped back from him, what was he talking about?

I didn't get far before he pulled me against him and his lips crashed on mine.

I wanted to protest but my brain turned jelly and his hand was holding my head in place, I wasn't aware of it but we were inside the room under a second, his fingers traced the outline of my face and I shivered, a string of tiny shocks passing through me.

I tried to restrain myself but the moan escaped from my throat. Without stopping the kiss and keeping the pace, he ripped the tank top I was wearing. I gasped and he delved into my mouth, if I thought the kiss in the garden was long, this was a marathon. He sucked hard on my tongue and I tasted his sweetness.

I forgot I was naked beneath the tank top until his hand found my breasts, his fingers brushed my hard nipples, he squeezed them so hard, it was painful in a sweet way.

He groaned and pushed me on the bed, I was lying flat on my back while he stood staring at my breasts, my face grew red with anger and embarrassment, what the fuck?

"Don't even think about it, I'll chain your hands to the bed if I have to" His threat and eyes pinned me down, I couldn't move. There was something in his eyes that I had never seen there before, it was raw and scary.

He lowered himself and took my nipple in his mouth, my anger dissolved to nothingness when his teeth grazed my hardened nipple. Closing my eyes against the waves of pleasure washing over me, I gripped his hair.