The Leopard And The Saint

“Hurry Princess Tatiana, we need to leave. The carriage will be here any moment!” Tatiana’s lady-in-waiting, Mary was peeking out the door.

Abraham, the bishop of the Sacred Heart Church stepped out of the shadows “I’m sorry Princess Tatiana but I cannot allow you to leave the palace.”

Walking towards her Abraham's hooded floor length vestment was loose with a rope around his waist. “I chose you to be a saint two years ago, but your father the King has different plans for you now Princess.

“He is old Abraham, older than father. I don’t love him. Please help me?” Crying, she fell to her knees placing her small hands on the cold stone floor.

A few days later the golden and black carriage with the majestic war horses pulled up in front of the Knight Commander’s large estate.

A very striking and handsome man was holding his hand out. She took it as he helped her down the steps of the carriage. His beautiful features were breathtaking, handsome and his smile was memorizing.

Bowing slightly to her “Hello, my name is Alexander I’m Albert's adopted son, and you’ll soon be my mother.” Chuckling at the mere thought of his new stepmother being just a few years younger than him.

“It’s not funny, I would prefer to be back at the palace and complete my studies as a saint.” She said sternly but Tatiana was raised for this moment from the day she was born.

“I will be leaving as soon as the wedding is over for a few months. I hope you’ll not be too unhappy.” He saw his stepfather waiting near the chaplain. Sighing, he knew her life would not be an easy one.

Finally, the wedding was over, and Tatiana was in her own room, removing the gown. She felt like vomiting when he sealed the sloppy wedding kiss.

A maid was in the room to help her. “May I ask your name?” Tatiana smiled at her hoping to have a friend at this unfamiliar estate. She turned to look at Tatian, her eyes roamed up then down her body. “Amber.” She was very sarcastic, Not being use to this type of attitude.

She gave her a slight smile and the maid just grunted and left.

Tired, Tatian laid down to take a nap, feeling the mattress sink next to her she opened her eyes to see Albert sitting on the side of the bed staring at her.

“How’s my wife?” placing his hand on the side of her cheek.

Sitting up, she scooted away. Scared and not attracted to him, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. Looking to the side, trying to get away from Albert, she could smell alcohol on his breath.

“You’re my wife, and you will act like it in bed and in public.” He grabbed Tatiana’s neck with his large left hand and pushed her down on her back. Lifting her dress up to expose her panties. He ripped them off with his right hand.

“Don’t, please….” She was begging him but his grip on her neck tightened to where she couldn’t talk. Hearing him pulling his pants off, her small hands tried to hold his wrist away, trying to pull his hold off her throat. Hungrily he climbed on top of her, finally letting go. His face was just a few inches away, the stench of alcohol was making her stomach turn.

“Open your fucking legs.” He ordered; she did as tears running from her blue eyes coating the pink cheeks. He didn’t care what she felt. Tatiana suddenly felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. With one long hard shove he filled her to the hilt. She screamed from the pain; all he did was laugh at her. “Tight just like I knew you would be, a virgin and beautiful.” He started moving hard and fast, not caring how she was hurting. Within a few minutes he pulled out. Rolling onto his back, falling asleep.

The next morning, she woke up and he was gone, thank God. The smell of his stench still lingered in the room. She got up to take a bath, soreness between her legs and dried blood had dripped down her thighs. She started to run the water when she noticed her reflection in the mirror, a bruised handprint across her throat. After soaking and scrubbing the stink off her, she washed her hair, wrapping a towel around herself she went to pick an outfit, but Amber the maid was standing in the room looking at the bed.

“Oh, hello Amber.” She just stopped and stared at her; she could see the smirk on her face.

“You are nothing to us, obviously the bruise on your neck shows you are no more than the other whores he sleeps with. Don’t ask anything from me.” Walking out of my room she left.

Alexander came and got her that morning to take her to breakfast since she didn’t know her way around the estate.

Looking down at her, he shook his head. “I won’t lie to you Princess Tatiana, he lay’s with many, you will be by his side as a beautiful, young wife that will produce heirs but that’s about all you will be to him.”

Looking up to him, Alexander had blond hair a little darker than hers, cut to the shoulders, he was very well built with big green eyes. He seemed so nice and kind. “Do you have many mistresses?”

Chuckling, his green eyes sparkled, “There is one mistress, but she is there just for my needs till I find my wife.” Putting his hand behind her back he walked her to the dining room.

After breakfast she decided to go back to her room, passing one of Albert’s personal maids. As she passed, she jammed her shoulder into Tatiana, pushing her backwards. Falling down a few marble stairs, Tatiana wrists and back were hurting from the fall. The maid watched her fall and laughed, then she walked on.

Alexander returned a few months later like he said he would. He noticed her, walking hurriedly towards Tatiana with a gorgeous smile. “So how have you been mother?”

Laughing at the comment. “You’re only a few years older than me so don’t call me that.” They both laughed. Talking to him was so easy and she enjoyed his company. She knew he had a mistress, but she wasn’t sure who she was.

As she was walking with him Amber walked up and bowed her head, “Good afternoon” She smiled at both, Tatiana just looked at her with squinted eyes. Strange, she’s very cruel to me but when Alexander is home, she’s very sweet.

Every day they met and talked about everything; Tatiana felt such a close connection to him. The Staff were very kind while he was around. The last Monday of the month they would both go to the monastery and pray together, Tatiana felt happy to have someone with a close connection to God with her.

She wished he was the one she married and not Albert but When it was time for him to leave, she felt a lonely feeling in her chest. “I’ll see you again in a few weeks.” Staring at her, she had a feeling he wanted to kiss her.

Tatiana had bruises from being pushed and Albert ignored her. Every time Alexander came home the servants were kind and when he left, they were cruel. She was so tired of this treatment. So tired of everyone being cruel to her she decided to be just like them. She will pretend that she was in love with Albert and be the woman he was wanting, even though he has mistresses. She will be just like the servants and guards. Saying what she needed to and being deceitful. She will never be the Saint that she worked so hard for so, might as well be cruel like everyone else in this awful place.

As time went on, she craved more and more power, deceitfulness and lying took over her soul. She obediently fucked Albert how he wanted it and acted like she enjoyed every moment. she was able to get a few cooks and maids in trouble where they were put in the dungeon for a few weeks. It felt good, the power.

She went to bed early one evening but was woken up by a knife to her throat. Amber and three guards were holding her down. Amber had a goblet in her hand. Laughing, looking down at Tatiana. “You will drink this poison bitch and you will never see Alexander again; no one will miss you anyway, slapping her hard.”

Tatiana tried to struggle, but the more she moved the farther the knife went. Putting the goblet to her mouth while the guards forced her mouth open. Pouring it down her throat, she tried to spit it out but couldn’t, the guard slammed her mouth shut. She had no choice but to swallow the poison.

She started to convulse, and the room went black….her breathing stopped, and she could faintly hear laughing. “She’s finally fucking dead.”