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Richelle's Tale (Princesses in Bondage) ebook

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Opis ebooka Richelle's Tale (Princesses in Bondage) - Kelli Wolfe

Princesses in Bondage #2 "Give yourself to me willingly, little princess, and I will give you pleasure such as you have never dreamed of." When the elven fortress of Bleak Harbor falls to the human armies, Princess Richelle is carried away with her sister Sidonie by the humans. Her fate is to be very different than her sister's however. Tithed to the human priests she is taken to their temple to be sacrificed to their gods. But High Priest Lucan convinces them to let her live - for a while, at least. To preserve her life Princess Richelle must submit to Lucan and his fellow priests and serve them body and soul. Will she surrender her innocence to pleasure the priests, or will she feed the hunger of their dark gods?

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RICHELLE’S TALE

 

Princesses in Bondage

 

 

 

 

KELLI WOLFE

 

Richelle’s Tale

Copyright © 2013 by Kelli Wolfe

Published by Pink Parts Press

 

All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced in any form or by any means, except for the inclusion of brief quotations in a review, without permission in writing from the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Names, characters, places, businesses, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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Summary

"Give yourself to me willingly, little princess, and I will give you pleasure such as you have never dreamed of."

When the elven fortress of Bleak Harbor falls to the human armies, Princess Richelle is carried away with her sister Sidonie by the humans. Her fate is to be very different than her sister's however. Tithed to the human priests she is taken to their temple to be sacrificed to their gods. But High Priest Lucan convinces them to let her live - for a while, at least. To preserve her life Princess Richelle must submit to Lucan and his fellow priests and serve them body and soul. Will she surrender her innocence to pleasure the priests, or will she feed the hunger of their dark gods?

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

 

Richelle’s Tale

 

Bonus Material

 

Sneak Peek Cinderella: The Wicked Truth

Slaves of the Beast Men

Kelli Wolfe/Olivia Blake Catalog

About the Author

 

 

Richelle’s Tale

ACRES OF PURE WHITE SAILS CURVED IN THE WIND like gulls’ wings as the fleet of the northern elven kingdom weighed anchor and stood out to sea from the quays of Bleak Harbor. My father, King Jeoffroi, was leading his army and fleet to war against the human hordes which had overrun the Broken Lands, and he had left me and my sisters behind in the care of Duke Adrien. Bleak Harbor was my father’s strongest fortress, the safest place in the north. It was also the dullest. There was nothing dull about Duke Adrien, my father’s oldest and most trusted friend, though.

My younger sister, Lisette, stood by me on the quays watching the proud vessels as they caught the wind and danced eastward on the cold, white-capped waves. Off to the side my older sister, Sidonie, talked quietly with Duke Adrien, their voices carried away by the gusting wind. Sidonie was always so dreadfully serious and today was no exception—although I’ll grant that on this occasion she had more cause than usual. Duke Adrien at least seemed to be paying attention to her, although I noticed he had arranged things so he was facing towards us and I saw his gaze flicker more than once towards Lisette.

As unobtrusively as possible I leaned in and nudged my sister. “Duke Adrien is looking at you.”

Lisette’s face twisted in an annoyed little frown. “Duke Adrien is always looking at me.”

“You should look back.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

I fought the urge to strangle her. “Well, for one thing he’s the most powerful man in the kingdom aside from our father. And for another, have you ever really looked at him? He’s gorgeous.”

“If you say so.”

I gave an exasperated sigh. “I suppose you’re still mooning over those young officers in the cavalry.”

“Richelle, if you like Adrien so much why don’t you marry him?”

“Oh, if only he’d ask me. Unfortunately he’s completely smitten by you.”

She twitched one slender shoulder in a shrug. “Too bad for him.”

“You are such a little fool. Do you think that men like him will come along and throw themselves at your feet every day?”

Lisette turned her head, long, copper curls aflutter in the wintry wind, and looked at him. For a brief second their eyes met, and then after a moment my sister dropped her gaze and shivered.

“Can’t you see, Richelle? He scares me. Why… How could he want me so badly? That look in his eyes, that hunger when he looks at me. Why me? What am I to stir such passion? I don’t know what to do.”

I knew. Oh, how I knew. “Go to him and tell him you’ll accept his marriage proposal.”

“I can’t, Richelle.”

“More fool you, then.”

Sidonie interrupted us, but Adrien stood respectfully back a few paces to give us the semblance of privacy.

“I’m having my things moved to the keep,” Sidonie told us. “Would you like me to have the servants move you as well?”

I raised an eyebrow dubiously. “I see no reason to move out of the Marble Palace into that drafty old rock-heap. It isn’t as though the humans are going to come banging at the gates. Bleak Harbor is impregnable, and everyone knows it. That’s why Father left us here, after all.”

Lisette nodded in agreement, although I had a feeling that her reasons had more to do with maintaining her distance from Duke Adrien.

“Suit yourselves,” Sidonie said, and drifted off with Duke Adrien in tow.

I looked after him and wished with all my heart that he had focused on me instead of Lisette. While he might be my father’s age, he towered almost a head over most of the soldiers around us and the touch of silver in his dark hair and the net of fine lines around his eyes only made him more appealing. And whatever Lisette might think about her young cavalry troopers, I had seen Duke Adrien outfight them again and again on the training field. He might not be young, but he was strong and experienced and tough as steel. A man like him might do anything, might become anything. But however much I desired him, he had eyes only for my little sister.

Lisette waited four whole days after Father’s departure before announcing a ball at the Marble Palace for those officers left behind to guard the city. Sidonie pitched a small fit and I admit that even I found it rather tactless, but in the end I was just as bored in this dreary backwater as Lisette so I threw my support behind her until we got our way. She even unbent so far as to wheedle Duke Adrien into reducing the city guards to a skeleton force that night so more people would be able to attend. Her promise to dance with him was apparently more important than the safety of the city left in his charge.

When the night came, however, I found I had little enthusiasm left for it. My mood had soured, and the young officers who made up most of Lisette’s guest list held no interest for me. They were pleasant enough company and generally handsome, but I was the daughter of an elven king and accustomed to demanding the attentions of the highest lords of the realm. I was meant for better and had no interest in dalliances just for the sake of amusement.

Lisette had no such compunctions.

She laughed and danced for hours, twirling from the arm of one gallant to the next like a gauzy butterfly. While she danced I drifted around the edges of the room, fending off young men with the excuse of a headache, drinking rather more wine than was my wont, and observing.

I wasn’t the only one. From a vantage point on one of the lower galleries a saturnine Duke Aiden gazed down on my sister with brooding eyes. Here was trouble, a conflagration that needed only a tiny spark to set it off, and my sister was too witless to understand. There was nothing I could do about it, though, except hope that our father could finally talk some sense into Lisette when he returned.

That thought drove me even deeper into my dark mood and I wandered away looking for more wine. As I retrieved a full glass from one of the servants a hand gripped my arm.

“Richelle, where is Lisette?”

I turned to find Sidonie, exquisite in an elegant gown of turquoise silk, scanning the crowd with a frown.

“She was dancing over there a moment ago.”