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The kingdom had fallen, and Emma had been kept in a cell, deep in the dungeons that had once housed the prisoners her parents had kept. She had no idea what had happened to her family, now that her kingdom had fallen. Emma could only assume they were dead, killed by the conquerors. She’d been stripped of her finery, barely left any clothing at all, really. Only undergarments, and chains keeping her restrained. Keeping her down on hands and knees. She felt shame creep into her cheeks at her exposure to any eyes that may wander the halls and see her through the bars of her cell. Emma was no longer the princess she had been. And she doubted she’d ever be so again.
She heard footsteps one night. Heavy footfalls sounding and echoing down the stone halls that grew closer, and the blonde shifted back on her heels. Fear settled in her, trepidation. She wondered if it was one of them, one of those who had taken it all from her--or if it was him, the one who led them.
The one who now, for all intents and purposes, owned her. Her eyes were trained on the door, waiting for it to open...






