Ciara Pov
"l can't believe you're actually going to give her away for nothing. Adrian is fine with the arrangement. He has accepted his duties like a man! She'd be far better utilized for an actual diplomatic need, not to give my son another piece of ass before he's mated. He doesn't need his mother's gift to get that." King Baylen exclaimed, his hands gesturing emphatically in frustration.
Queen Valentina snapped her gorgeous head around, glaring her husband straight on as she
squared herself to her full height. "Exactly Baylen,he deserves this, he's giving up alot for your treaty. The least we can do is give him a reward for doing it so willingly, she is by far the most beautiful slave I've ever had. What he does with her is up to him. She will belong to him from now on. For now, she is mine to do with as I see fit, and I will give her to him, I don't need your permission to do so." He growled under his breath and ran his hands through his hair angrily. "Well, get it over with already. The ceremony is in a few months and he needs to get it out of his system so he can focus on what's coming. Hell, he can keep her on the side after he mates Vessa for all i care, but he will not be distracted from his duties." King Baylen stepped close, his eyes blazing with disapproval. "A waste," he muttered, his voice low and dismissive, before turning and exiting the room with a sharp click of the door queen Valentina took a calming breath before turning back to face me, her fingers holding firmly beneath my chin to bring my gaze up to meet hers. I felt my body tremble against her touch as my breath came out shortly. I worked hard to slow my heart rate, realizing she'd hear the change instantly. "Don't be afraid, Ciara. This is what you've been trained for your entire life. you are to bring him some comfort before all of this hell starts for him. You are to do whatever he asks of you and please him in more ways than just sexual."
Her mahogany eyes were warm as she gave me a small smile, cupping my face in her hands. She had been the only mother figure I'd known my entire life. They found me at age three, wandering the woods outside of their kingdom. She took pity on me and brought me in to join her personal slaves, having me serve beneath her private servant. As I began to age, she noticed my creamy skin and long wavy Black hair paired with my deep emerald eyes as a gift to be nurtured. She separated me from the rest of the slaves and began to have me serve her individually. She'd had me fitted for a chastity
belt the moment my curves began to come in, knowing the males in the kingdom would try and use me. Most knew better because of my position with the Queen, but they often did not keep their hands to themselves, only to find that they would not be able to be successful with the barrier seated tightly around my hips. She'd treated me with a firm hand but with kindness, nurturing me from the beginning. She did not however blur the line between master and slave. I knew my place. I knew she is in charge of every movement and step I take. I knew nothing else, her authority and guidance
Is all have known. She ensured I was trained not only as her personal servants, but in other aspects. Queen Valentina had me learn the art of seduction and pleasure as well, knowing my purpose would one day be useful in tight