Summary: Lord Endymion only had a glance at the silver-haired angel and he knew she had to
be his...buying her at a slave auction she became his: Mind, Body, and Soul. Serenity knew she
had fallen with her lord...only to realize that he would not give her what she wanted the most: his
love.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my domineering spirit.
---Part 1---
Living the life of a slave sometimes feels unbearable. Your freedoms are stripped away and your
very existence is in your master's hands.
However, here in the small town of Hoyle, located in central Ireland, sometimes being a slave is
a blessing. Unlike most of the population, we do not often starve to death; for our masters lose
servants and possible auction money.
My life had not always been one ruled by slavery, for you see I was once just a simple commoner
born to a poor family in debt. This debt was to a cruel lord who wished to play games with my
family. Once he had burned our stables killing our only farm animals; he also taxed us so heavily
there was no possible way we could have paid him back... but that was not the hardest part about
life.
My mother was very ill; she had fallen ill and died painfully slow when I was 14; I am 17 now.
My father never truly recovered, he was morning her while still trying to protect us from this
unjust debt.
Until one day he too left, and I was alone in the world.
I was 14 when the lord had me arrested and sent into slavery, while I was bought he collected the
auction money smirking, "Nice seein' ya lass."
I was fortunate enough to be bought by an old Duke who was too busy to care about me and had
strange episodes of dementia...until today.
Now here I stand as the wealthy Irish people gawk at me while the announcer tries to persuade
people to bid higher.
As I look around my uncertain gaze catches the eyes of a dark man. I almost missed him; he was
sitting alone in the corner almost bored and broody. All I could think about was his mesmerizing
blue eyes that were narrowed sharply at me, inspecting uncontrollably.
I was...bought...
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Being a lord does not entitle you to very much here in Ireland; the people are poor, the markets
unprofitable. But the true value of a lord comes from his ability to establish himself as powerful
and rooted.
I did not busy myself only with the Irish markets and trade, I established a monopoly over the
Mediterranean and built my empire in the European countries.
But Ireland will always be home. It was where my family line began and where I was born, and it
will always be a reminder of my success looking at the pitiful commoners and their misfortune.
Now here I am trying to buy slaves for my new estate in Enfer while I could only glance at the
pitiful excesses for serfs: they are all thin, weak looking; frail.
"So Endymion what do you think?" Lady Helena asked as she pointed to sturdy looking man,
almost licking her lips as his shirt was taken off to prove his worth.
Endymion let out a bored sigh. Lady Helena was starting to annoy him to no end, again. But what
can he do? He was marrying the woman to increase his estate. Her father owns the estate just
south of his; it would be a gain of almost 5,000 acres. He could tolerate her until after the
wedding, then send her off to one of his homes in Russia and hopefully forget about her.
In his mind, Endymion believed that all women were only good for one thing: his use. Lady
Helena was one of his many conquests who shared his bed; however her beauty would not
overshadow what he really thought of his not so innocent fiancee. She was a whore to him pure
and simple.
Taking his time to look her over he smiled in appreciation. At least she was nice to look at, a
thought that would diminish to any man after she opened her mouth. Her hair was a honey shade
that was pulled back into a tight bun that showed her creamy neck. Her eyes, a dazzling shade of
fiery green, was further exploited by the silk dark green dress she wore; her fingers and neck
adorned with large pieces of antique jewelry showcased her high breeding.
"My darling buy me him, please. What a magnificent specimen he is."
Endymion gave her a glare in warning, "Helena, you accompanied me here not invited. I came
here to do business. Not sate your lust."
With that harsh admittance, Endymion left Lady Helena ignoring her shocked expression and
moved to the back of the large room where a bar was located. As he took a seat near the corner
area he was automatically brought a glass of wine by the bartender.
Not bothering to take his time and enjoy the bitter substance, he downed the liquid and ushered
for another glass. The bartender immediately filled the glass and left the wine bottle in polite
etiquette. The man obviously had troubles he wanted to escape from with the wine.
"My lord, if I may leave this here?"
Looking up at the bartender Endymion just nodded. The only problem was the bartender was not
looking at him.
Endymion followed the bartender's intense stare to te announcer's platform.
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"Alright gentlemen, here I have a real treat...this little beauty comes from Duke Liam O' Brian's
lot. Well fed, not one of the sickly and untouched. Let's start the bid at...200 English pounds."
The announcer's mouse-like features came together in a giant grin, his hands coming up,
"Begin!"
"200." A voice from the front came.
"250!" Another voice exclaimed.
"I have 250! Do I hear 300?"
"400." A hushed silence came over the crowded auction room. Murmurs among groups began as
the man stood up and repeated, "400 pounds."
The announcer's face shook with anticipation, "I have 400 pounds from Duke Aiden Bran. Do I
hear 450?"
Duke Aiden smiled, a toothy grin plastered on his proud face. 'No one would dare outbid me.
Not if they want a aversive enemy.' Taking a hand through his shaggy red main that was
loosened from it's traditional tie, Aiden's green eyes roamed the woman in front of him...'What a
beauty.' He thought. His body reacting naturally to the sight before him.
"Alright then, going once, twice----."
"1000 pounds."
All eyes turned towards the dark corner where the mysterious voice came from; eyes glued to the
shadowed figure.
The announcer's perplexed face mirrored the rest of the people, especially the livid Duke Bran.
"And who might ya be? Ya, who bids 1000 pounds."
Rising from his seat, Endymion stated, annoyed by the comical fool of an announcer, "My name
is Lord Endymion Liam O' Connor of Enfer. I bid 1000 pounds." His gaze shifted from the
announcer to the woman standing uncomfortably on the stage, to the hard stare of his competitor,
Duke Aiden.
"2000 pounds."
Eyes now shifted from Lord Endymion to the fuming Duke Aiden. Whispers growing loader by
the minute were the only noise after the last bid. Yet, for the two men they were in another world
now ruled by pride and wealth.
"3000." Endymion countered.
Smiling, an irritated Aiden answered again, "4000."
This time Endymion did not reply immediately. Instead he sat back down and poured himself
another glass of wine, gulping it down rashly. "10,000 pounds."
Endymion watched as the young Duke's eyes narrowed dangerously in a silent war. As the Duke
sat down it symbolized his defeat.
Trying to loosen the growing tension and the drama playing out, threatening to ruin his auction,
the announcer laughed nervously, "Lord Endymion, winner of slave 471."
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Author's Notes:
Anyone interested? At this stage reviews would be wonderful, thank you!
I love the Irish....
be his...buying her at a slave auction she became his: Mind, Body, and Soul. Serenity knew she
had fallen with her lord...only to realize that he would not give her what she wanted the most: his
love.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my domineering spirit.
---Part 1---
Living the life of a slave sometimes feels unbearable. Your freedoms are stripped away and your
very existence is in your master's hands.
However, here in the small town of Hoyle, located in central Ireland, sometimes being a slave is
a blessing. Unlike most of the population, we do not often starve to death; for our masters lose
servants and possible auction money.
My life had not always been one ruled by slavery, for you see I was once just a simple commoner
born to a poor family in debt. This debt was to a cruel lord who wished to play games with my
family. Once he had burned our stables killing our only farm animals; he also taxed us so heavily
there was no possible way we could have paid him back... but that was not the hardest part about
life.
My mother was very ill; she had fallen ill and died painfully slow when I was 14; I am 17 now.
My father never truly recovered, he was morning her while still trying to protect us from this
unjust debt.
Until one day he too left, and I was alone in the world.
I was 14 when the lord had me arrested and sent into slavery, while I was bought he collected the
auction money smirking, "Nice seein' ya lass."
I was fortunate enough to be bought by an old Duke who was too busy to care about me and had
strange episodes of dementia...until today.
Now here I stand as the wealthy Irish people gawk at me while the announcer tries to persuade
people to bid higher.
As I look around my uncertain gaze catches the eyes of a dark man. I almost missed him; he was
sitting alone in the corner almost bored and broody. All I could think about was his mesmerizing
blue eyes that were narrowed sharply at me, inspecting uncontrollably.
I was...bought...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Being a lord does not entitle you to very much here in Ireland; the people are poor, the markets
unprofitable. But the true value of a lord comes from his ability to establish himself as powerful
and rooted.
I did not busy myself only with the Irish markets and trade, I established a monopoly over the
Mediterranean and built my empire in the European countries.
But Ireland will always be home. It was where my family line began and where I was born, and it
will always be a reminder of my success looking at the pitiful commoners and their misfortune.
Now here I am trying to buy slaves for my new estate in Enfer while I could only glance at the
pitiful excesses for serfs: they are all thin, weak looking; frail.
"So Endymion what do you think?" Lady Helena asked as she pointed to sturdy looking man,
almost licking her lips as his shirt was taken off to prove his worth.
Endymion let out a bored sigh. Lady Helena was starting to annoy him to no end, again. But what
can he do? He was marrying the woman to increase his estate. Her father owns the estate just
south of his; it would be a gain of almost 5,000 acres. He could tolerate her until after the
wedding, then send her off to one of his homes in Russia and hopefully forget about her.
In his mind, Endymion believed that all women were only good for one thing: his use. Lady
Helena was one of his many conquests who shared his bed; however her beauty would not
overshadow what he really thought of his not so innocent fiancee. She was a whore to him pure
and simple.
Taking his time to look her over he smiled in appreciation. At least she was nice to look at, a
thought that would diminish to any man after she opened her mouth. Her hair was a honey shade
that was pulled back into a tight bun that showed her creamy neck. Her eyes, a dazzling shade of
fiery green, was further exploited by the silk dark green dress she wore; her fingers and neck
adorned with large pieces of antique jewelry showcased her high breeding.
"My darling buy me him, please. What a magnificent specimen he is."
Endymion gave her a glare in warning, "Helena, you accompanied me here not invited. I came
here to do business. Not sate your lust."
With that harsh admittance, Endymion left Lady Helena ignoring her shocked expression and
moved to the back of the large room where a bar was located. As he took a seat near the corner
area he was automatically brought a glass of wine by the bartender.
Not bothering to take his time and enjoy the bitter substance, he downed the liquid and ushered
for another glass. The bartender immediately filled the glass and left the wine bottle in polite
etiquette. The man obviously had troubles he wanted to escape from with the wine.
"My lord, if I may leave this here?"
Looking up at the bartender Endymion just nodded. The only problem was the bartender was not
looking at him.
Endymion followed the bartender's intense stare to te announcer's platform.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Alright gentlemen, here I have a real treat...this little beauty comes from Duke Liam O' Brian's
lot. Well fed, not one of the sickly and untouched. Let's start the bid at...200 English pounds."
The announcer's mouse-like features came together in a giant grin, his hands coming up,
"Begin!"
"200." A voice from the front came.
"250!" Another voice exclaimed.
"I have 250! Do I hear 300?"
"400." A hushed silence came over the crowded auction room. Murmurs among groups began as
the man stood up and repeated, "400 pounds."
The announcer's face shook with anticipation, "I have 400 pounds from Duke Aiden Bran. Do I
hear 450?"
Duke Aiden smiled, a toothy grin plastered on his proud face. 'No one would dare outbid me.
Not if they want a aversive enemy.' Taking a hand through his shaggy red main that was
loosened from it's traditional tie, Aiden's green eyes roamed the woman in front of him...'What a
beauty.' He thought. His body reacting naturally to the sight before him.
"Alright then, going once, twice----."
"1000 pounds."
All eyes turned towards the dark corner where the mysterious voice came from; eyes glued to the
shadowed figure.
The announcer's perplexed face mirrored the rest of the people, especially the livid Duke Bran.
"And who might ya be? Ya, who bids 1000 pounds."
Rising from his seat, Endymion stated, annoyed by the comical fool of an announcer, "My name
is Lord Endymion Liam O' Connor of Enfer. I bid 1000 pounds." His gaze shifted from the
announcer to the woman standing uncomfortably on the stage, to the hard stare of his competitor,
Duke Aiden.
"2000 pounds."
Eyes now shifted from Lord Endymion to the fuming Duke Aiden. Whispers growing loader by
the minute were the only noise after the last bid. Yet, for the two men they were in another world
now ruled by pride and wealth.
"3000." Endymion countered.
Smiling, an irritated Aiden answered again, "4000."
This time Endymion did not reply immediately. Instead he sat back down and poured himself
another glass of wine, gulping it down rashly. "10,000 pounds."
Endymion watched as the young Duke's eyes narrowed dangerously in a silent war. As the Duke
sat down it symbolized his defeat.
Trying to loosen the growing tension and the drama playing out, threatening to ruin his auction,
the announcer laughed nervously, "Lord Endymion, winner of slave 471."
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Author's Notes:
Anyone interested? At this stage reviews would be wonderful, thank you!
I love the Irish....