AN: This is completely inspired by MongolianTiger (tumblr)'s post about Korra being an evil queen and buying Noatak as a slave. It started as a random drabble but I plan on writing more of this when I'm bored or in the mood to play with the story. The story does contain slavery, and there will eventually be consensual sex so please keep that in mind before reading.
Yawning softly Korra rolled her eyes as she looked out the litter. She was tired of her servants getting young weak slaves. She wanted work actually done in her palace and she discovered the only way that would happen is if she did it herself. The peasants that passed by her stared up at her blue, silver, and gold litter in awe as they realized their ruler was passing. Annoyance flickered through her as many tried to get closer to her, she didn't want their grimy hands touching her or her belongings.
As she arrived at the slave market it seemed like all business stopped at her arrival. She bent the water near her into hardened ice steps as she moved out of her litter gracefully. Her pants tight to her body and shirt falling past her hips, the white, black, and dark blues accentuating her dark coloring. A small white gold crown atop her head resting in her high ponytail. Stepping over to the newly arrived slaves Korra tisked softly with her lips, her gaze shifting over the weaker, younger, less driven slaves. She glanced at a few women, nodding to a few as her slave masters gathered the ones she had approved of and purchasing them after she had passed. She didn't care for the negotiating, she got what she wanted no matter what.
Stepping across some wood that covered puddles her gaze found exactly what she wanted, a small smile cracking on her lips. She moved over to the slave in question, chains attached to his neck, arms, ankles. Bruises covered his cheekbone as well as part of his sculpted core. She raised a brow at the man who quickly ran to be next to her, "How much?" She asked softly.
The man looked at her with wide eyes and shook his head, "I'm sorry your grace but he is not for sale."
Hearing these words Korra's expression snapped as she turned to him, "Excuse me?"
"He is too old, defiant, he has experience but refuses to use it," the man explained quickly.
Scowling Korra stepped closer to the man, the air around her rising slightly in her anger, "I don't care what you say, name your price."
Wide eyed the man stumbled over his words as he looked at her, "Your grace you would much rather have the younger slaves, this one will just be a dead weight around the palace."
Rolling her eyes Korra shook her head as she stepped forward, she didn't care what the slave trader said, she wanted him.
Moving into the pen she got closer to her future property. She didn't care what anyone wanted, he was a fine specimen for her collection. As she stepped closer the man's eyes widened, his formerly standing stature changed quickly to a huddle. His eyes starting to dilate in fear as Korra stepped closer, a small breeze surrounding her.
As she stepped closer to him she grinned as she watched him shake, her icy fingers skimming across his jaw as she smirked at him, "You will be mine."