Sold to The King

Chapter 2

Amelia's POV 

"You are to stay in this room, when you are not earning your keep in the masters home." She spoke with such formality in her voice. Her posture before me was straight, not hunched over or anything. Her hands were placed on top of each other and she had them resting on her thighs. 

I could tell she worked here in the mansion. Her long skirt that came down to her knees was a wrinkled free, light blue blouse with a black tie along with a vest. I looked down at her feet and she was in these nice shoes that would be comfortable for a woman's feet if they were to walk all day and if they had to stand on their feet with little movement. Her long brown hair was pulled into a tight pony tail and it dangled down to her neck. She kept her head down when she spoke to me as if I was higher than her. 

"Do you understand everything?" She asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked at her and crossed my arms over my chest. I didn't want to throw my attitude at her because she didn't do anything. I bet she was here just to follow orders. I sighed and nodded my head. 

"Yeah, I understand." I answered and she nodded her head once and left my room. 

"I understand the fact that I am getting the f**k out of here the minute I get the chance." 

*EARLIER IN THE MORNING*

"I wish to get out of the car!" I screamed once again after being squashed by the two dudes next to me. I was calling this k********g since I did not agree to the fact I was coming with them. I was forced and that is called k********g. 

I tossed and turned in the seat and neither of them seemed bothered by it. It was like I wasn't even there for these two. 

The man who I was told bought me just looked outside as if he were searching for something and the other one who had the nerve to throw me in here just looked ahead. I looked between the two and just sat there patiently waiting. 

This car drive was killing me honestly. It was night when they came and got me and now it was morning and we were still driving. The sunrise was beautiful to look at but in the end, I was still sleepy from all the fighting. It tires me out. Who can blame me? I leaned my head back and slowly closed my eyes hoping all this would be one nightmare. 

I was wrong, I awoke to the sun set before my eyes and saw we were pulling up to the royal gates of the letters A and L on separate sides of the gates. The letters were in pure gold. Someone who came from nothing could easily tell that. I looked up to the mister man and seriously thought, "who the hell was he?" 

The man in the driver's seat lifted up his arm and spoke into his wrist. Within seconds later, the gates opened, allowing the black SUV to slowly pull up and slowly drive towards the mansion. We entered a parking spot where other black SUV's, about six or seven were sitting there parked calmly. Men, in black wrinkled free suits, were standing there with sub machine guns in their hands, ready, as if they were preparing for war. It was strange. We all exited the car and making a run for it was not on my mind considering I thought I would get shot the minute I started running. I looked at the car and realized, I have no clue how to drive. So that was out of the case as well. Need to come up with a plan B then. 

The man started walking first and the man that was in the car with us followed close behind him. Especially the one that had the nerve to throw me into the car. They often talked to each other by exchanging looks between themselves. I guess they just have that connection to do that. We were walking on a stone path, passing by the garden. I saw a lot of scrubs shaped as multiple creations. One was shaped as a lion, another had an elephant, I even saw one that was shaped as a dolphin which was insane because I never thought that would be done. As we continued to walk, we approached the large phone with angel statues that spewed water out of their mouths. It was beautiful to look at and I knew it was very difficult to have been built. I looked to the top of it and shielded my eyes a bit to see a small figure on the top of it. A woman, who looks to appear to have a smile on her face, smiling while holding an infant in her hands. I tilted my head and then felt a small push on my back. I turned and looked to the guard who was pointing to move forward. I turned to see the rest of them far ahead of me. 

"Don't touch me unless you want me to break your fingers." I said with a slight attitude in my voice and started to follow the others. It wasn't until we finally hit the house where my eyes were slightly widened at the mansion. It was a creamed color brick house with red roof tops on it. The doors to the front of the house was a double door, black framed wooden door with a black design on the glass part of the door. The double doors were opened by two men in suits and everyone bowed before him. 

We entered and I was starstruck by the house. The golden chandelier that hung from us in the center of the room we stood in, spiral stairs that led to the second floor of the house. To my right had to be the sitting room because I saw black couches and a glass table in the center of the glasses on top of a white fluffy rug. Pictures around the house along with suits of armor were on the walls. Swords criss crossed on a wooden plaque was also on the walls. To my left was a small door, I would think it had to be the kitchen but I wasn't sure. 

Correction: I was wrong. That room was not the kitchen. I was led into the enormous kitchen with counter tops of garnet with a smokey gray color and black small streaks on it. Black and white cabinets. A kitchenette on the far right of me along with the sink and attached to it was the lovely, smooth counter. Someone popped my hand and I turned to see it was the chef. 

"Do not touch that!" he shouted at me with an angered glare. I raised my eyebrow at him and continued to listen to his shouting. 

"We just cleaned that and here you are! Putting your disgusting hands on it. Out with you!" He screamed as he tried to push me. I stood my ground and watched him constantly push me until I got annoyed by him trying to shove me. 

"I said get out-" I pushed him onto the ground and slowly walked over to him. 

"Here is one rule about me. I do not like to be pushed, slapped, or even hit upon. I swore to only use my mouth for violence... do not break my kept promise." I stomped in front of him and then felt someone grab my arm tightly. It was the same man who yanked me off my damn bed and threw me into the SUV that brought us here. 

I angrily stared at him and kicked his knee. I felt assaulted. I should have every right to defend myself against the tight grip he held on me. I held in my whimper as he held me tighter and then glared down at me. I shrunk down a little, fear actually washing over me when dealing with this man. I seriously did not want to be nowhere near him. 

As we stood there, the man who calmly needed an introduction to me walked in and examined the situation. 

"I see she has wandered into the kitchen." He spoke and the one holding me nodded his head. 

"Confrontation with the chef already?" He asked while looking at me. 

"He kept touching me... I felt threatened." I said with anger in my voice. 

"Tell this animal of yours to let me go or he will cause another bruise." I said now trying tro pry him off my arm. 

"This man here is no animal. Know your place when you are speaking to us."

"And why the hell should I? You already kidn*pped me from my damn house. Apparently 'bought' me and you think I should respect you.... I will never. Get him... the hell off me." 

"And if I don't?" He crossed his arms over his chest and I felt the challenge he was giving me. Me, someone who does nothing but challenge others and watch them crumble before me. Who the hell did this man think he was?" 

I looked the other way, releasing a sigh from my mouth and he placed his hands down to his side with a smirk on his face. 

"I thought so." He said walking away from us. The man held my arm tighter and I guess he wanted me to follow the other one. I did so and felt him loosen his grip on my arm. I followed the man as he walked to a small door where a woman in a maids outfit was standing there. She bowed politely and opened the door for him. We entered the room and I guess it was a workspace for him. Book shelves were neatly placed side by side with a desk sitting in front of a window. There was a bathroom attached to this room so I guess if he really did not want to be disturbed, there was no way he could be. Two chairs were neatly placed in front of the desk where the mystery man was now sitting. 

I was roughly placed into a sitting position in the chair and the man that basically forced me to sit in this chair joined the side of the other one. I glared at the both of them and they just stared back at me. 

"Are one of you going to f*****g say something or are we going to sit here and stare at each other?" I finally asked, breaking the long and overdue silence in the room. They both looked at each other and then continued to stare at me. I sighed and started to rub my arm a little. I felt the pain right in the spot where the man held and whimpered at my soft touch. 

"I see you have... this attitude and rough girl spirit. Feisty as well with a sharp tongue as if it were a blade... That will be broken the longer you are here."

"I highly doubt that. The sperm donor called my father tried to get it out of me and he failed miserably. I highly doubt someone as yourself will succeed." I said tilting my head upward and giving him a slight smirk on my face.

He chuckled at my response and before the one standing beside him could speak, he held up his hand and stopped him. 

"Do you have any idea... Who am I?" 

"Do you think I give a f**k of who you are?" 

"You have such foul language for a woman."

"Should I care for your opinion? You don't even know me. You just took me from my home-"

"I bought you. That was the agreement from the guardian of you. I was free to do that." 

"I am still a human at the end of the day. Buying me is not something that someone normal will do."

"Since I am not normal.... I think I have done what I wanted... when I calmly wanted to."

"Then buy someone else."

"Perhaps." He said with a slight shrug of the shoulders. 

"Perhaps?"

"Exactly what I have spoken. I might have another use for another if you do not make it past a week in this house." 

I began to laugh hysterically and even clutched my stomach with my good arm. I then pretended to wipe a tear from my right eye and then placed a straight face on my face. 

"Look, I don't intend to stay here. I am leaving... tonight. You cannot force me to stay here and I highly doubt you will be able to catch and find me once I do escape from this place."

"You intend to leave huh?" 

"I do... Does that upset you?" 

"It does actually. However, I shall warn you... If you do leave this place... I will find you... and when I do... I will place you in the cell.... and you will be whipped until you have learned your lesson. With little food... and little water."

"That's if  you find me." I said with anger in my throat. Who the hell does this guy think he is? He had to be some f*****g rich dude who grew up getting everything he wanted and now he was an asshole with money. If this dude thinks he can get what he wants when dealing with me then he had another thing coming. 

"You test my ability?" He asked and placed his elbows on the table while bringing his intertwined fingers up to hide his lips. 

"Testing your ability is one thing.... Escaping somewhere I do not wish to be in... Is something I intend to do." 

"You think you will get far? Where exactly do you think you are-"

"I think I am in some little man's house."

"Excuse me?" 

"Look, to me you're nothing but a b***h. You probably grew up being spoiled with money from your parents...getting everything and anything you wanted. But see, here is something you missed.... I am not like the others who will immediately bow to you. You do not own me... I am a free person and I will remain free. So f**k you and f**k this conversation." 

I stood to my feet and the man next to him motioned to move next to me. Once again the one at the desk lifted his hand and stopped the "man handler" as I am calling him now.

"Is that who you think I am?" The one at the desk asked. 

"It's exactly what I think." I said moving toward the door. As I opened it, he cleared his throat and I turned to face him. 

"Let me give you some knowledge. I am Antonio Larson. Son of Dean Larson. Son of the late Catherine Larson. We are the founders of this land you walk on. We have built numerous jobs, numerous homes, and numerous things in order to make this city what it is now. I am the last aristocrat of the Larson family." 

I choked on my last breath. I was in the presence of an aristocrat... this entire time. I kept my poker face of anger on and couldn't believe the sight he gave me. I locked onto his eyes and even though I couldn't see his lips, I knew there was a smirk plastered on them. 

"You lie..." 

"I do not lie on my family's name. If you wish to know the truth... please... go into one of the books and read." 

"You could have used the money you have and had them written like that."

"You doubt my word?" 

"I doubt everything you are as a person right now." 

I left the room and stopped immediately then started backing up slowly into the office I left. One of the guards walked in front of me and then closed the door behind him without even turning his head in another direction. 

"I looked back to Antonio and bit my bottom lip."

"As I said... if you try to escape and somehow succeed... I will find you," he said with a smirk and stood to his feet.

"What exactly do you want from me?" I asked watching his every move. 

"I needed a new maid... but someone... smart... and when I have work... I will need your company in order to handle business. I am aware of what you can and cannot do. A maid will come into your room and explain it to you." He stood directly in front of me and leaned down close enough to kiss me. 

"Welcome to your new home," he said in a low enough tone and soon I felt my good arm being grabbed and now feeling my body being yanked away. I was led to the second floor, down the hall to the left of me and to a small wooden door. I entered the room and it was larger than I thought it was. Lavender colored walls with a small white dresser placed neatly on the wall. It had a golden lamp placed on it. I turned to the small bed white a folded green comforter placed on top of silky smooth green sheets. 

I was so busy walking around the room examining it that I didn't even notice the standing woman in the room. 

"Who are you?" I asked slightly, jumping from her appearance.

"It does not matter my name.... but I am Silvia. I am the head servant to the master. I was told to tell-" 

"Listen... I do not mean to be rude and you seem.... really... really nice... but I don't wish to hear another word about what that man wants." 

"You are to stay in this room, when you are not earning your keep in the masters home." She spoke with such formality in her voice. Her posture before me was straight, not hunched over or anything. Her hands were placed on top of each other and she had them resting on her thighs. 

I knew I just said I didn't want to hear another word but I guess she had to follow the rules of 'his majesty.' I won't though. It's like I said.... I intend on leaving tonight.