From Prisoner to Princess [Royal Rebellion Book 1]

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a man in self defense. Everyone loves him. He is friendly, polite and always helping those that don’t cause him any troub

ckly reach over to receive the treat and place it onto my tray, my necklace s

praying that no one else saw it as the insignia on it is the only clue to my past. That and a photo of me as a baby placed inside with the note ‘my darling, my world, my princess’ written by a feminine hand, one I be

d who is new. Of course, not many have left since my last time in solitary confinement, but ten new girls have joined us this morning. The new ones are the hardest to deal with. They are either scared a

re if I stay on my best behavior. If I can stay our of solitary confinement this

e. The room goes silent, the clinking of silverware on plates stopping as ever

registered, taking in her looks from her slightly bruised and messy body to the arms crossed under her large breasts that t

ing at the first one – a platinum blonde with pin straight hair and tanned skin - I notice similar bruising on her and just about rolled my eyes out of my head. After turning to look at the raven haired girl with pale skin I confirm my suspicions that all thre

er in favor of taking a bite of my sandwich, deciding that if these three bimbos try anyth

s she throws her hair over her shoulder. Red just stands ther

that damned necklace." Red growls out, surprising

he children I used to keep an eye on in the Slums listened better than these three idiots. My words seem to be the trigger for their short fuse as if on que the three move to lunge at me over the ta

attention and I relax. Guards will be here soon to break up what ever fight has started. Frowning, I feel something touch my foot and jump, looking down to find my water bottle. I

y now, creating a circle around the three ladies and me. I quickly put my hands up, dropping my water bottle as

d out of the common area with her kicking and screaming while the other two are cuffed and escorted out with dignity for complying easily. S

but I know better. Glaring will get you a smack across the face. I know where I am being taken to though, it’s

he corner. With unease inside me, I look back to notice only one Guard following behind me. Usually there are three, one to keep me in sight and two to shoot me if I fi

e missy.” The Guard begins,

ry to struggle as his hands move from my wrist and snake around my body, slowly feeling along my waist as one moves to grope my breast while the other holds me closer to him. I keep trying

t if this man wants to take my virginity, then he will. Nothing will stop him from

her at