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tears falling to the cold, uncaring marble floor.
     
     
Chapter 2
     
    Prince Sarne leered contemptuously at the prone form of Princess Sahria. They were alone now, the crowd having been summarily dismissed by the prince following Sahria’s humiliation. She crouched naked on the cold marble floor with her head bowed in shame.
    ‘What think you now, princess?’ The prince’s tone was cruel and mocking while, at the same time making it clear that he was revelling in his brief victory. Sahria raised her head wearily and looked him full in the eye. Her hatred burned intentionally within her stony gaze.
    ‘My lord?’ she answered quietly.
    ‘What think you, now that your people have witnessed your complete shame and subjugation? Your reputation has been dashed forever.’
    She moved to a sitting position and drew her knees against her breasts, clutching her legs tightly as though attempting to conceal her nakedness from his lustful leer. She could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing against her cool skin, and their evident arousal annoyed her. ‘You may have me in your power for the moment, Sarne, but that will not always be so. One day, not too far away, I will see to it that you regret your devilish deeds with all your heart.’
    Prince Sarne reached down and touched her under the chin with his fingertips. She looked again into his eyes and, for a brief instant she sensed tenderness in his expression. ‘We need not be enemies, princess,’ he said, the gentleness in his tone sounding less than sincere.
    ‘You defeated my father. You forced him to flee his country and desert his people.’ Her throat was dry and she had to fight to get the words out without choking.
    ‘Your father is a warrior. He fought bravely in battle. He may yet return, but you can be assured that I will be more than ready to meet any challenge he may throw down to me.’
    ‘Why did you make war against my people?’ Sahria managed to control her voice, speaking calmly and without emotion despite the fact that she detested this man for all he’d done to her. For some reason that was difficult to understand, she found the power that seemed to exude from his presence to be overtly stimulating. Sahria was unsure whether it was his hungry good looks, his deeply penetrating stare, or merely the mental image of his superb cock that caused her to tremble inside, but concluded that it was probably a mixture of all three. His dominant stance intrigued as well as excited her…
    ‘Your country is rich and the land is fertile,’ the prince continued. ‘Why should you be surprised that your neighbours covet your wealth? It is well known that this very palace houses many priceless baubles looted from the farthest reaches of the world. And your women – they are well known for their beauty and their insatiable libidos. Why should I deny the men of my nation such delights?’
    ‘And yourself,’ muttered Sahria to herself.
    ‘Above all, however,’ continued Sarne, clearly not having heard her words, ‘the fact is that your people were oppressed. I have come to free them from their yoke of submission.’
    ‘By killing them?’ Sahria pulled herself to her feet and glared angrily at the seated prince. The sarcasm in her tone seemed lost on him.
    ‘There were few casualties, other than the trained soldiers whose lot it was to die for their king.’ He regarded her through narrowed eyes. ‘Princess Sahria,’ he continued, ‘you must learn to accept that your country is mine and that I am your ruler.’
    Sahria placed her hands on her hips and stood squarely before him. She was no longer concerned about her nakedness, and in fact thrust her breasts forward in a defiant gesture. ‘I will never bow before you, Sarne!’ she exclaimed.
    Sarne leered at her sumptuous flesh and smiled cruelly. ‘You bowed enough when I fed your sweet mouth with my thick stalk,’ he sneered.
    ‘I had little choice, shackled as I was to your slave. You are a