024.
Isolde
After such intense pleasure training Isolde had received from Roga, battling with Edrand was the last thing she needed.
Isolde only wanted to curl up on her bed and rest. The training had been strenuous, more than what she received under the keeper at Kalingrad.
There she was meant to serve different men, hence, there were variations in the training she received, but here in Abbator, she was meant to serve one man.
Roga had told her during the training that the lord only meted out pain to his breeders. No one had ever known his soft side except Edrand. Of course, that idea had stung Isolde so hard in the chest.
She didn't understand the reason she felt that way, and all she could think about was Edrand and Draco the previous night, all tangled limbs and lips.
She had not seen Draco handling his breeders, but after what she saw in Edrand's room, Isolde knew the woman was in no way lying to her about Draco's soft spot for Edrand.
It had taken Isolde a monumental effort to shove thoughts about Edrand and Draco out of her mind until Roga declared they had come to the end of today's training.
But now, the annoying prat had come to ruin her peace. She stood still with eyes like glaciers boring holes into Edrand.
"Uh...master, the lady is just new in Abbator. Uh...I'm sure she doesn't know proper etiquette," Roga said, still bowing, her head nearly touching the ground.
Isolde watched as Edrand moved his gaze to Roga, and like a whirlwind, he shot out his leg and smacked it into Roga's face. The older female crumbled on the floor with a yip.
Blood spilled from her broken temple.
"Well then, teach her! Teach her to bow to me!" Edrand's voice thundered with intensity, Roga shuddered where she lay.
Isolde gasped at such savagery and rushed to hold Roga. The older female was a shuddering mess in her arms.
"You knucklehead! How dare you hit her!?" Isolde boomed, eyes dimming into balls of rage.
Edrand broke into a violent fit of laughter that had Roga shrieking while Isolde glared.
"You have so much guts, female. Was that how a whore like you were trained to speak to your masters?" His voice dropped into a whisper.
Roga silently begged Isolde to bow before Edrand. Virtually all the servants in the castle trembled at the sight of Edrand because he'd always punish them brutally.
Isolde held herself in place, refusing to cower before Edrand. Yes, Alfos had told her to stay the hell away from Edrand, but the prick of a male kept coming to her to incite her rage. Hell's scorn, Isolde wouldn't back down.
"You're not my master, and gods be damned I ever bow to you," Isolde sparked, holding Roga.
Edrand offered a maniacal laugh. "So defiant, aren't you? You know people like you that act so tough are the weakest..."
"You think me weak? Nay, pricks like you do not scare me. Not in the slightest."
Edrand barged into her space to slap her for calling him a prick, but with a swift gait, Isolde held his hand in the air. She injected every beat of strength she had into holding off Edrand.
Edrand seemed surprised that someone so frail and petite had the strength to hold off a male like him.
"My lady, no!" Roga screamed, warning Isolde to back off. She cowered when Edrand peered down at her and growled.
He effused his inner strength and tugged away from Isolde's hold. His sharp eyes wandered to the red welt that encircled his wrist from where Isolde held him. His heart roared, eyes sending daggers at Isolde.
"Bloody cunt!" Edrand yipped. He reached over to Roga and tugged the woman by the hair to his chest. One hand held her hair in a bruising grip. She wept from the abuse and saturation of pain around her body.
"What are you doing? You're hurting her!" Isolde barked as she gazed at Roga's scarlet face. She was sure the woman's scalp was burning from the assault.
"It appears Roga here has failed to start with the most crucial lesson, aye?" Edrand said as Roga thrashed in his arms, trying to wriggle her hair free. "But I'll let her teach you the most important lesson of all."
"You're going to hurt her!" Isolde barked loudly again, sending furtive glances at the struggling Roga.
"Her release from this pain depends on you, female," Edrand announced, puffing out hard breaths.
Isolde knew then that Edrand was trying to use Roga to bend her to his will. It appeared to her that was what all the males in Abbator knew how to do best. To manipulate someone to do their bidding just like Draco had used her sister to manipulate Isolde into signing a contract to be his Luna.
Roga's shrieks had her looking. The female's face was now a complete shade of red.
"Roga, I want you to teach this whore here the most crucial lesson of all," Edrand said to Roga.
Isolde saw her throat bob as she swallowed and then looked up at her. Tears already clung to Roga's lashes. She parted her trembling lips and said to Isolde who watched with boiling blood in her system.
"My lady...please..." Roga panted hard. The tears now cascading down her cheeks. "Bow to the...master,"
The sparks of rage that flashed through Isolde's eyes could've scorched Edrand if it had the power. She gathered her fists together, debating on what to do. Edrand was never the person she'd yield to.
"Get on with it, whore!" He taunted. To lay more emphasis, he tucked his free hand into Roga's neck, trying to cut off her air supply.
Isolde looked back into Roga's eyes and found the older female begging through her eyes for Isolde to free her from this pain. And there was only one way to do it. She had to bow.
As difficult as it was for her to reduce herself before this male, Isolde clutched onto her dress and began to bow before Edrand.
"Ahh, that's more like it." Edrand gloated. He let go of Roga, pushing the female to the floor with a bone-deep thump, he stalked before Isolde. "Whores like you are meant to always kneel when they see me."
Isolde rose to her feet and held eyes with Edrand. "You saw us last night, didn't you?" Edrand asked. He got no response from Isolde, but he didn't stop his tirade. "You saw how the lord's a beast for my hole. How he fucks me."
She heaved. In order to mitigate her anger, Isolde began counting inwardly to drive her mind away from him. She always did it back in Kalingrad, and it had always helped her.
Unfortunately, now, the thing wasn't working. Isolde was sure that all that could tame her rage was hitting Edrand.
"That's one thing you'll never get to experience, trust me..." His speech trailed off when he saw the hairpin in Isolde's hair. "Hmm, what a nice hairpin." He let out.
As Edrand raised his hand to touch Isolde's hairpin, she acted impulsively by pushing the male against his chest, he flew through the air until his back crashed against the wall at the other side of the room.
"Don't ever touch me!" She howled at him with an air of authority around her.
Edrand coughed, vision blurred from the impact as blood dripped from his nose. He tried to stand up but failed, and Roga rushed over to help him up.
Isolde tried to talk the woman out of it when a presence came into the space and gritted out.
"What in hell's name is going on here?"
Isolde instantly paused her movement when it dawned on her who that was. The lord.
TBC.