Slave, Warrior, Queen. Morgan Rice
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When Ceres neared their house, her mother turned and smiled at her warmly – and immediately Ceres felt a knot of worry in her stomach. The last time her mother had smiled at her like that – teeth gleaming, eyes bright – Ceres had received a flogging.
“Darling daughter,” her mother said in an overly sweet tone, opening her arms toward her with a grin that made Ceres’s blood curdle.
“This is the girl?” the old man said with an eager smile, his dark, beady eyes widening when he looked at Ceres.
Now up close, Ceres could see every wrinkle on the obese man’s skin. His broad flat nose seemed to overtake his entire face, and when he took off his hat, his sweaty bald head glowed in the sunlight.
Her mother waltzed over to Ceres, took the buckets from her, and set them on the singed grass. That gesture alone confirmed to Ceres that something was severely wrong. She began to feel a panicky sensation rise in her chest.
“Meet my pride and joy, my only daughter, Ceres,” her mother said, pretending to wipe a tear away from her eye when there was none. “Ceres, this is Lord Blaku. Please show your respects to your new master.”
A jolt of fear stabbed Ceres through the chest. She sucked in a sudden breath. Ceres looked at her mother, and with her back to Lord Blaku, her mother gave her a smile that was as evil as she had ever seen.
“Master?” Ceres asked.
“To save our family from financial ruin and public embarrassment, the benevolent Lord Blaku offered your father and me a generous deal: a sack of gold in exchange for you.”
“What?” Ceres gasped, feeling herself sinking into the earth.
“Now, be the good girl I know you are and show your respects,” her mother said, shooting Ceres a warning glance.
“I will not,” Ceres said, taking a step back as she puffed her chest up, feeling silly for not having immediately realized the man was a slaver, and that the transaction was for her life.
“Father would never sell me,” she added through clenched teeth, her horror and indignation rising.
Her mother scowled and grabbed her by the arm, her fingernails digging into Ceres’s skin.
“If you behave, this man might take you as his wife, and for you, that is a very lucky thing,” she muttered.
Lord Blaku licked his thin crusty lips as his puffy eyes greedily wandered up and down Ceres’s body. How could her mother do this to her? She knew her mother didn’t love her as much as her brothers – but this?
“Marita,” he said in a nasally voice. “You told me your daughter was fair, but you neglected to tell me what an utterly magnificent creature she is. Dare I say, I have yet to see a woman with lips as succulent as hers, and with eyes as passionate, and with a body as firm and exquisite.”
Ceres’s mother placed a hand over her heart with a sigh, and Ceres felt like she might just vomit right here. She clenched her hands into fists as she snapped her arm away from her mother’s grasp.
“Perhaps I should have asked for more, if she pleases you so much,” Ceres’s mother said, her eyes lowering in despondency. “She is, after all, our only beloved girl.”
“I am willing to pay good money for such a beauty. Will another five gold pieces suffice?” he asked.
“How generous of you,” her mother replied.
Lord Blaku ambled over to his wagon to fetch more gold.
“Father will never agree to this,” Ceres sneered.
Ceres’s mother took a threatening step toward her.
“Oh, but it was your father’s idea,” her mother snapped, with her eyebrows raised halfway up her forehead. Ceres knew she was lying now – whenever she did that, she was lying.
“Do you actually think your father loves you more than he loves me?” her mother asked.
Ceres blinked, wondering what that would have to do with anything.
“I could never love someone who thinks she is better than me,” she added.
“You never loved me?” Ceres asked, her anger morphing into hopelessness.
With the gold in hand, Lord Blaku waddled over to Ceres’s mother and handed it to her.
“Your daughter is worth every piece,” he said. “She will be a good wife and bear me many sons.”
Ceres bit the inside of her lips and shook her head over and over again.
“Lord Blaku will come for you in the morning, so go inside and pack your belongings,” Ceres’s mother said.
“I won’t!” Ceres screamed.
“That was always your problem, girl. You only ever think of yourself. This gold,” her mother said, jingling the purse in front of Ceres’s face, “will keep your brothers alive. It will keep our family intact, allowing us to remain in our home and make repairs. Did you fail to think about that?”
For a split second, Ceres thought maybe she was being selfish, but then she realized her mother was playing mind games again, using Ceres’s love for her brothers against her.
“Do not worry,” Ceres’s mother said, turning toward Lord Blaku. “Ceres will comply. All you need to do is be firm with her, and she becomes as meek as a lamb.”
Never. Never would she be that man’s wife or anyone’s property. And never would she let her mother or anyone exchange her life for fifty-five pieces of gold.
“I will never go with this slaver,” Ceres snapped, shooting him a look of disgust.
“Ungrateful child!” Ceres’s mother yelled. “If you do not do as I say, I will beat you so severely you will never walk again. Now get inside!”
The thought of being beaten by her mother brought back awful, visceral memories; she was taken back to that dreadful moment at five years old when her mother had beaten her until everything had gone black. The wounds from that beating and many others healed – yet the wounds in Ceres’s heart had never stopped bleeding. And now that she knew for sure that her mother didn’t love her, and never had, her heart split wide open for good.
Before she could respond, Ceres’s mother stepped forward and slapped her across the face so hard her ear began ringing.
At first, Ceres was stunned by the sudden assault, and she almost backed down. But then something snapped inside her. She would not allow herself to cower as she always did.
Ceres smacked her mother back, across the cheek, so hard that she tumbled to the ground, gasping in horror.
Red-faced, her mother climbed to her feet, grabbed Ceres by the shoulder and hair, and kneed Ceres in the stomach. When Ceres stooped forward in agony, her mother jabbed her knee into Ceres’s face, causing her to fall to the ground.
The slaver stood and watched, his eyes wide, chuckling, clearly taking delight in the fight.
Still coughing and gasping for air from the assault, Ceres staggered to her feet. Screaming, she flung herself toward her mother, driving her to the ground.
This ends today, was all Ceres could think. All the years of never being loved, of being treated with disdain, fueled her rage. Ceres smashed closed fists into her mother’s face again and again as tears of fury rolled down her cheeks, sobs uncontrollably spilling out of her lips.
Finally, her mother went limp.
Ceres’s shoulders shook with each cry, her insides wrung inside out. Blurred by tears, she looked up at the slaver with an even more intense hatred.
“You will make a good one,” Lord Blaku said with a guileful grin, as he picked up the bag of gold from the ground and attached it to his leather belt.
Before she could react, suddenly his hands were upon her. He grabbed Ceres and climbed into the carriage, tossing her into the back in one quick motion, as if