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the entertainment of ten thousand people. If you only do as you're told, you will feel quite spoiled.”
‘Spoiled’ was quite a word for it. It sounded like she was going to be forced to do whatever they willed under threat of a beating. “If I don't, you'll spank me!” she accused, trying to make him feel guilty for what he'd done.
“Of course we will! What else do you expect us to do with a bull-headed little elfling?” he returned, furrowing his eyebrows at her. He handed her another slice of orange. “You no longer have to lie, cheat, poach, or steal any longer. You will be given everything you desire; you only have to be obedient, respectful, and bear us sons.”
“You can't just breed me like some filly!” she snapped, red-faced. It was impossible, anyway. She’d never heard of a cross between the two species. They were too different to imagine such a thing.
Taric merely shrugged at that. “We can, actually. Your acceptance of all this is really not required. Whether you enjoy it or not is up to you.” He handed her another slice. “But I think you will.”
She clenched her teeth, feeling like her whole body was shaking with fury. She seemed to have come across the path of men who were interested in protecting her from everything except themselves!
The worst of it was that she didn’t have any other choice. They were her husbands—she was merely a slave to their wishes, and she already knew not to try their tempers. They were larger than her, faster than her, stronger than her, and they would soon be taking what was theirs, which was her body.
She swallowed. “You bathed me, didn't you?” she asked flatly, feeling churlish.
“Draevan and I did, yes,” he replied unapologetically. “We wanted to inspect you, anyway, to look for injuries, parasites, and rat bites. You were in a dungeon for a month.”
“Romantic,” she snorted, embarrassed by the act and by his clinical tone.
He smirked. “I thought it was incredibly romantic of us. We're your white knights, my dear, right out of a fairy story.”
“I’ve never heard a fairy story that ends with rape,” she sneered.
“Well, normally those stories don't have women who are as stubborn as you are.”
“Talk about stubborn! Why were you so interested in keeping me, anyway? There's a kingdom full of elves here, you know. You could have had your pick. Why me?”
“You appealed to us.”
“Why do you even care? You could have just killed me. That's normally what people do with thieves. Thieves make poor slaves, you know.” She crossed her arms, refusing to take any more orange from him.
“Apparently,” he agreed, rolling his eyes. “But we weren't going to kill you. Never had such a thing ever crossed our minds. Draevan has a sixth sense, you know. He can quite read what's in a person's heart.”
“That's ridiculous!” she said, aghast. “You're humans! You have no magical ability whatsoever!”
“He's never failed. Gets it from his mother. She was a well-known soothsayer,” he told her, his tone resolute. He truly did believe in Draevan's ability… As strange as it sounded. It figured; these men were from the North… The most superstitious realm in creation. Every village there had its own seers, legends, myths, and foretellings. “She knew we'd both come together to slay the giant of the Blue Forest.” Well, that explained their confidence in themselves…
“And,” Taric added casually, “we chose you because you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He put down the orange peel on the side table. “And we've met many .”
Her cheeks felt hot when he said that. She had never ever been known as pretty, particularly by anyone who had seen another elf. Her brothers, although they loved her, used to tease that she was so ugly that she could break their looking glass.
Nothing about her was beautiful! Her cheeks were too pink, her eyes were too gold, her lips too red, and her teeth her were too white. She had
‘Spoiled’ was quite a word for it. It sounded like she was going to be forced to do whatever they willed under threat of a beating. “If I don't, you'll spank me!” she accused, trying to make him feel guilty for what he'd done.
“Of course we will! What else do you expect us to do with a bull-headed little elfling?” he returned, furrowing his eyebrows at her. He handed her another slice of orange. “You no longer have to lie, cheat, poach, or steal any longer. You will be given everything you desire; you only have to be obedient, respectful, and bear us sons.”
“You can't just breed me like some filly!” she snapped, red-faced. It was impossible, anyway. She’d never heard of a cross between the two species. They were too different to imagine such a thing.
Taric merely shrugged at that. “We can, actually. Your acceptance of all this is really not required. Whether you enjoy it or not is up to you.” He handed her another slice. “But I think you will.”
She clenched her teeth, feeling like her whole body was shaking with fury. She seemed to have come across the path of men who were interested in protecting her from everything except themselves!
The worst of it was that she didn’t have any other choice. They were her husbands—she was merely a slave to their wishes, and she already knew not to try their tempers. They were larger than her, faster than her, stronger than her, and they would soon be taking what was theirs, which was her body.
She swallowed. “You bathed me, didn't you?” she asked flatly, feeling churlish.
“Draevan and I did, yes,” he replied unapologetically. “We wanted to inspect you, anyway, to look for injuries, parasites, and rat bites. You were in a dungeon for a month.”
“Romantic,” she snorted, embarrassed by the act and by his clinical tone.
He smirked. “I thought it was incredibly romantic of us. We're your white knights, my dear, right out of a fairy story.”
“I’ve never heard a fairy story that ends with rape,” she sneered.
“Well, normally those stories don't have women who are as stubborn as you are.”
“Talk about stubborn! Why were you so interested in keeping me, anyway? There's a kingdom full of elves here, you know. You could have had your pick. Why me?”
“You appealed to us.”
“Why do you even care? You could have just killed me. That's normally what people do with thieves. Thieves make poor slaves, you know.” She crossed her arms, refusing to take any more orange from him.
“Apparently,” he agreed, rolling his eyes. “But we weren't going to kill you. Never had such a thing ever crossed our minds. Draevan has a sixth sense, you know. He can quite read what's in a person's heart.”
“That's ridiculous!” she said, aghast. “You're humans! You have no magical ability whatsoever!”
“He's never failed. Gets it from his mother. She was a well-known soothsayer,” he told her, his tone resolute. He truly did believe in Draevan's ability… As strange as it sounded. It figured; these men were from the North… The most superstitious realm in creation. Every village there had its own seers, legends, myths, and foretellings. “She knew we'd both come together to slay the giant of the Blue Forest.” Well, that explained their confidence in themselves…
“And,” Taric added casually, “we chose you because you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He put down the orange peel on the side table. “And we've met many .”
Her cheeks felt hot when he said that. She had never ever been known as pretty, particularly by anyone who had seen another elf. Her brothers, although they loved her, used to tease that she was so ugly that she could break their looking glass.
Nothing about her was beautiful! Her cheeks were too pink, her eyes were too gold, her lips too red, and her teeth her were too white. She had
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