Chapter 1: His Story
This is my first story so please be kind, if you see any mistakes please feel free to comment to help me fix them! Please be aware that this story is 18+ and will contain:
Abuse
Sex
Violence
Rape
Pregnancy Loss
Suicide
If any of this bothers you, this is not the story for you!
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Zander POV
I’m so tired of these endless meetings with the ambassadors and their daughters. I am expected to take a bride once I officially take the thrown, but none of these women interest me. Hour after hour of these gawdy women throwing themselves at me, because of the title and money. After my father’s death in the war, it is now my duty to step up and assume the thrown. Until then, Thomas. my father’s beta, has assumed the temporary position.
“Any other plans for the day sir”? My driver and most trusted body guard Axel, asks. I respond, “to the house please”. He gives a slight nod and continues driving. Until I assume the thrown I still live in my personal home on the castle grounds. It is a two story gray Tudor house with black and gray shingles on the roof, long rectangular windows, and a beautiful landscape all around.
When we pull up to the gates, Axel shows his badge to the guards for us to gain entry. Instead of going straight to the castle we make a sharp right turn to head toward my house. We take the long winding road surrounded by trees until we arrive in front of my home on a plot of wide open land.
When I get to the door, Linda, the head housekeeper is waiting to take my coat. “Nice meeting today, sir?” She asks.
“Not any better than any of the other millions of meeting I’ve had, Linda.” I respond as I put my finger to my mouth as I stick my tongue out, making a fake vomit face. I hear her let out a sigh and say, “sir you know good and well these meetings are important to the council. You must find a bride so you can take your rightful place!” I wave my hand at her and walk up the stairs.
I know I have to find a bride, I just don’t want any of these women that are being thrown at me. They only care for money and power. I however, want compatibility. I want a woman who wants me, who wants love. I don’t want to be stuck in a loveless marriage with some power tripping hag. I’m twenty-four years old, I should have already found my mate by now. I’m starting to wonder if I even have one at all. I let out a heavy sigh and walk to the bathroom to prepare myself a hot shower to wash off the filth of today so I can get some much needed sleep.
