The Vampire's Pleasure Slave

I walked through the hallway of the palace and headed straight to the throne room.

"Princess!" My maid called out to me, but I didn't turn, and neither did I spare a glance her way.

"Princess!" She hurried towards me. "My princess, your father forbade you from making an appearance today. You know the penalty for defying orders, don't you?" she gasped.

The sound of a slap could be heard in the otherwise silent hallway as my palm made contact with her cheek.

"Since when did you learn to speak to me like my mother?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Forgive me, my princess!" she cried out.

"Scurry off, you stinky thing. Let me not see your disgusting face until I'm through with this."

Without a backward glance at her, I continued with my walk towards the throne room.

My tight trousers clung to my body as I walked, and my shirt seemed to be riding up a bit.

But I didn't care. I was Princess Star, and I feared no one. I was the terror others feared, and the bane of my brother's existence. I was the joy of my mother and the pain of my father.

Yes, that was what I was. A princess no one loved, but everyone loved me, at least in my face. And I didn't care. I was who I was.

"My princess!" A guard tried to stop me from entering the throne room.

"If you love those stinky hands of yours, I wouldn't advise you on what to do." I glared at his hands that were yet to touch me.

"The king requested we shouldn't allow you in there, my princess. I'm afraid—" I kicked him on his shin.

He gasped both in surprise and pain.

"Oh, this? I bought the shoes from a blacksmith. Do you love them?" I grinned.

"My princess." Still in pain, he blocked my path and refused to take his stinky body out of my way.

"I see you want me to continue, don't you?"

"My princess!" The second guard who was supposed to be guarding the other part of the throne door rushed forward when he heard the sound of pain from the fallen guard.

"Oh, two? This will be fun." I stretched my taut muscles. "How do you want it? Together or separate?" I smirked.

"My princess, your father ordered us never to let you inside. He—"

"Together, then."

I didn't give them a moment to decide on what they wanted to do with their lives.

"Now, you know not to stop Princess Star." I wiped my hands on their clothes before I left them on the floor, gasping in pain at what they went through.

Not to boast or anything, but I was stronger than 90 per cent of the males in this kingdom.

The remaining 10 per cent was for the children and the ones I'd not duelled with.

This was to tell you how much stronger I was.

I took a deep, steady breath before I opened the great doors of the throne room.

"Father, your precious daughter is here." I fully walked into the throne room.

Father was speaking to a man dressed in the traditional regalia of princes on the planet Meribom.

The dark material featured drawings of golden staves and elephants.

Cowries were hung on the hem of the wrapper, and more staffs were drawn around them.

The inner red garment he wore had drawings of lions, visible through the sheer outer royal apparel.

His apparel was unlike Father's, which seemed to scream respect.

"Star?" Father sounded surprised when he saw me, while the prince standing beside him looked like he had seen a ghost.

"No other princess, but your loving daughter, Father." I closed the distance between us and knelt at his feet.

"My daughter," he said as he gently patted me on the back with his sceptre.

"Thank you, Father." I rose from my kneeling position.

"What are you doing here, Star? I instructed the guards to keep you out until I was through with what I was doing."

"Guards?" I scoffed. "Teaching them a lesson didn't take me more than a minute. They are lucky I didn't break any bones."

The prince beside me inhaled sharply at my words. If he had been pale when I entered, right now, he looked whiter than a corpse. Ghosts would be jealous of how white he was.

"Star!" Father shouted in a cautionary tone.

"What, Father? Oh." I placed my palm on my mouth. "I see. You don't want the new suitor to know how strong and ruthless his wife-to-be is?

Or—" I gasped once more, "don't tell me you are trying to convince him that all he has heard about me is nothing but rumours?"

"Star!" Father shouted.

"Oh, dear Father. How can you expect me to keep my mouth shut when this dear prince is being lied to?" I took a step towards the fear-stricken prince. "It's a pity, my prince. As feeble and soft as you look, just a punch from me can break your bones. Don't you think you are signing up for a suicide mission? Oh! My—"

"Star!" Father rose from his throne.

"Oh, Father!" I cried out, with my face showing nothing but pure innocence.

This was the exact expression that landed more than enough men at my feet, as victims.

"I'm only trying to tell him what to expect if he wants my hand in marriage. Don't you think he needs to know, Father?"

"Enough of your childish games. I'm not going to allow you to destroy your—"

"Pardon me, my king, but I need to leave," the prince said in an urgent tone.

"What?" I dramatically placed my palm over my mouth. "And here I thought you had succeeded in getting a mute husband for me?"

Father only glared at me before he turned to the prince. "Listen to me, son. This is the way Star acts. She was born this way. Don't take any word she says to heart."

"Yeah, I wasn't born this way. I was trained this way." I took a step towards him, but he stepped back.

"Pardon me, my king," he looked as ashen as a ghost, "I will take my leave!"

Before I could say a word, he had already reached the doors of the throne room.

"Good riddance." I walked to my chair, which is next to my father's throne, and plopped down.

"Star!" Father was mad.

He looked like he was ready to combust at any moment.

"What is it, Father?" I frowned at him. "What did I do wrong? I only came to chat with my soon-to-be husband, not knowing he's just a chicken, like the others."

Father huffed in anger before he stormed towards the door.

"Dearest Father, where are you going?" I called out to him, but he didn't answer me. He stormed out of the throne room and banged the door behind him.

"Gods."

I sighed.

Fathers can be so demanding.