Zenobia had it all: immeasurable wealth and the love of thousands. She was her father's heir and the best warrior in their realm. In the King's desire of wanting the best for his people, he invited the enemy to make peace which shattered her world, forever . Her family was slaughtered, her people put in chains, and their wealth stolen. To put insult on top of injury, Zenobia was taken to be presented as a gift to the high and mighty King Alexander, King of the Spartans. For the sake of her people, she is forced to feed his sexual appetite whenever he commands for her presence. However, Zenobia will never forget that she is warrior Princess of Ethiopia. If Alexander thinks she going to willing lays on her back and spreads her legs, this Spartan has another thing coming.

And was Philomena beautiful… She was 18 now, of prime marriageable age and the thought of having her in his bed made his loins quiver. He would be lying if he said he didn’t desire her. She was tall, athletically built but not as muscled as her mother as Philomena preferred running and archery over swords. He would be lying if he said he didn’t dream of her. The last dream he had was of her laying naked under a thin sheet of fabric, the roundness of her breasts showing, her long black hair fanned out on the pillowed. She’d call to him, yet when he would reach her she’s disappear and he’s wake up; feeling sexually frustrated and needing a release. It was then that he’d call a servant girl but he would imagine her to be Philomena. This was quickly becoming an obsession, a slightly unhealthy obsession but Dorian didn’t care. Philomena was the prize any man would want, and he was going to make sure that she would be his. He didn’t care what he had to do.