Here She Rules: The Chronicles of Erla: Book 1 Read Online Free PDF Page B

for the banquet!” she said in a desperate attempt to alter the mood. They all jumped up and moved quickly towards her bedchamber. She followed them slowly, fighting for control.
    It amazed her how quickly all of this was coming to her—the control of these men. The part of her conscience that protested seemed to be becoming easier and easier to ignore the longer that she was with them.
    Each seemed so happy with his role; none showed resentment regarding his lot. Nor did any express a desire for freedom. Cassie struggled to understand it all until she purposefully shoved those thoughts into the same internal closet where she had placed her conscience.
    They brought her another short, scarlet, Grecian-style tunic. This one was trimmed in gold, and a lightweight silken cape hung from the back of her shoulders all the way down to the floor.
    Mika informed her that only women of the highest status were allowed to wear scarlet as he and Kai worked on her hair with hot irons to produce a riot of curls which they artfully arranged by pulling it back from her face with diamond-studded combs before twisting the curls into long spirals until they were satisfied with how it lay.
    She was amazed at how well she looked and what a good job they had done with her hair, and she said as much to them. Mika told her that personal slaves were well-trained how to serve all of their Mistress’s needs as they both blushed happily at her praise.
    They laced gilded sandals up her calves, and touched her pulse points with an intoxicating blend of jasmine and rose; Cassie had never felt so pampered in all her life.
    She sent them to ready themselves for the evening as she made her way through the living room towards the balcony and looked out and down into the beautiful gardens that lay spread out before her.
    She hadn’t been waiting long when they reappeared. Each one of them was clad in brief black loin coverings which resembled very short kilts.
    When Mika neared her, she reached down and lifted his “kilt” to find no underwear at all, and she grinned at his perplexed look.
    “Well, now that we are all beautiful, shall we go?” They smiled and blushed at their Lady’s words, falling in step behind her.
    Cassie took a deep breath, and squared her shoulders. With what she hoped was a regal tilt of her head, she strode out of her apartments and down the cavernous passageway towards the Banqueting Hall, flanked by her slaves.
    When she neared the doors, she felt the need to fight back panic.  
    What the Hell is wrong with me? I have been acting out some extreme Femdom fantasy . . . This isn't me. My God! Did I really take such intimate liberties with men who were essentially strangers to me while the others looked on? Worst of all, am I not truly contemplating doing even more?  
    Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself before she entered the Banqueting Hall. She chanted inwardly until the doors swung open:
    This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This can’t be real.
    The Banqueting Hall was large. It was filled with tables and chairs, and at that moment, there was a large group of very curious women and slaves who had been watching her progression into the room. Noblewomen covered in glittering gemstones and jewel-bright clothing sat at tables which were arranged in the shape of a large horseshoe with the Queen seated at the head.
    Cassie was surrounded by nobles and high-ranking warriors as she made her way through the crowd. The warriors around the Queen were clad in garments similar to Cassie’s, but theirs were white with gold trim in deference to their rank.
    They rose from their seats to bow to Cassie as she approached, and Cassie sketched a bow in return as she continued towards the Queen, who had gestured to the chair beside her—for, as Commander, she was to sit at the right hand of the Queen.
    Beautiful slaves (both male and female) glided about the room as they served the wants and needs of the guests with