Sidonie's Tale (Princesses in Bondage) - Kelli Wolfe - ebook
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Princesses in Bondage #1 When the elven fortress of Bleak Harbor falls to the human armies, the leader of the human host claims Princess Kailen as his prize, to become a member of his harem. On the long voyage back to his capital she learns that disobedience will not be tolerated and that her only option is to obey the prince in all things. Innocent of the ways of men, she finds herself at the mercy of a prince whose carnal desires appall her - at least at first. But how long can Sidonie defy the prince's will when her body is already longing to submit to his every desire?  

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SIDONIE’S TALE

 

Princesses in Bondage

 

 

 

 

KELLI WOLFE

 

Sidonie’s Tale

Copyright © 2012 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

Smoldering eyes traced every curve of my body, as though he was burning an image of me into his mind, and then he knelt and swept me up and carried me over to his bed.

When the elven fortress of Bleak Harbor falls to the human armies, the leader of the human host claims Princess Kailen as his prize, to become a member of his harem. On the long voyage back to his capital she learns that disobedience will not be tolerated and that her only option is to obey the prince in all things. Innocent of the ways of men, she finds herself at the mercy of a prince whose carnal desires appall her - at least at first. But how long can Sidonie defy the prince's will when her body is already longing to submit to his every desire?

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

 

Sidonie’s Tale

 

Bonus Material

 

Sneak Peek: Richelle’s Tale

Slaves of the Beast Men

Kelli Wolfe/Olivia Blake Catalog

About the Author

 

 

Sidonie’s Tale

ISTOOD ON THE BATTLEMENTS of Bleak Harbor’s keep and watched as the silvery-white sails disappeared one by one over the horizon. The fleet of the elves’ northern kingdom, along with the bulk of the army, was on its way to help stem the human invasion from the Broken Lands. My father, King Jeoffroi, had sailed with it, leaving me and my two sisters tucked away in the safest city in the north.

Duke Adrien cleared his throat beside me. “What are your orders, Princess Sidonie?”

With a sigh I turned away from the sea to face him. While my father had left me nominally in charge, we both knew that Adrien would actually be running things in his absence.

“Just carry on, Your Grace,” I said with a shrug. “You know what needs to be done better than I do.”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

The wind kicked up for a moment, giving me a final glimpse of shining purple banners floating over the sea before the last ships vanished. “Duke Adrien?”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Will you please set some extra lookouts? Blame it on me being a foolish, frightened girl if you wish, but it would make me feel better.”

He offered me an approving smile. “I was going to do it anyway, Princess. I don’t think it at all foolish, and I intend to take every possible precaution until your father returns.”

Which was precisely why my father’s most trusted lieutenant was here instead of with the fleet. In the field the duke’s caution was a hindrance, but while he was in charge here my father need have no fears for the safety of the premier port of his kingdom. Or for that of his three daughters.

A freezing gust of wind whipped at my cloak and I shivered. Rag, Tag, and Scrap he called us. Three frivolous, chattering, redheaded girls when he so desperately wanted strong sons to follow him. Yet there was always a gleam of humor in my father’s eyes when he said it, and somehow he had never gotten around to marrying again.

I abandoned the battlements to the soldiers and sought the warmth of my quarters inside the thick stone walls. Even though Adrien was in charge I had moved into the keep until my father returned, just in case. Richelle and Lisette could have the Marble Palace to themselves for a while. I was too depressed over the return of war to want to be social anyway—I just wanted a little peace and quiet.

I was given a week. At dawn on the eighth day after my father’s departure a soldier woke me by pounding on the door of my room. The clangor of the fortress’ great alarm bells vibrated through the massive stone walls as I threw on my clothes.

“Duke Adrien’s pardon, Highness, but the lookouts have spotted sails.”

I shook my head in confusion, knowing that it was far too early for our fleet to be returning. “What kind of sails?”

“Red ones.”

A sliver of cold pierced my stomach. The human fleets had red sails. By nightfall the city was under siege.

It did not do them much good. Bleak Harbor perched on an island about a quarter of a mile from the mainland, and the only way across was by a stone causeway or by boat. Stone walls a hundred fifty feet high made any attempt by boat impossible except through the harbor, and as soon as we were sure that the fleet was headed for us, Duke Adrien ordered the causeway destroyed and massive steel chains reeled out across the harbor entrance. Over the next few days the enemy sent a number of ships to try to break the chains, but engines on our tower walls reduced them to piles of floating kindling before they could accomplish anything. On the other side of the island our ballistae pounded any work crew sent to try to repair the causeway. There was no way in; all we had to do was sit tight and wait for the humans to give up or for my father to return.

At least that was how it was supposed to go.

After two weeks of being besieged, life had more or less returned to normal. We were no longer awakened a dozen times a night by overzealous watchmen, and the engineers manning the ballistae destroyed their targets with a casual ease that verged on boredom. Richelle and Lisette moved back to the Marble Palace and the whirl of their social lives. I was lulled—we all were—into foolish complacency because we knew the city was impregnable.

The fortress alarm bells and the clatter of mailed feet and shouts in the corridor outside my room jolted me out of my sleep. Braving the chaos outside I went in search of Duke Adrien, but no one seemed to know where he was in the confusion. Eventually I found myself atop the battlements where I could look out over the besieged city. Sullen orange flames lit the night sky, rising high from buildings all along the harbor. By their dim glare I could make out dozens—no, hundreds—of dark sails spread across the waterfront. Somehow the humans had broached our defenses and entered the harbor.