Virgin in the Emperor's Palace: The Persian Sex Slave

By Vivian Leigh

She’s caught the prince’s eye, and she’s won the prince’s heart, but now the slave Laleh faces her greatest challenge of all: winning over Prince Xerxes’ mother. From the shores of the Aegean to the palace in Persepolis, she must prove herself worthy of her prince… and the empire he will one day lead. But proving herself won’t be enough, not for the empress--she must save her family’s name as well.

This thrilling conclusion to the Persian Slave series contains strong sexual content and is intended for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Leigh
• Release date: Mar 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781498980920

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Virgin in the Emperor's Palace

The Persian Sex Slave

by Vivian Leigh

Published by Vivian Leigh, 2013.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

VIRGIN IN THE EMPEROR'S PALACE

First edition. March 28, 2013.

Copyright © 2013 Vivian Leigh.

Written by Vivian Leigh.

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Virgin in the Emperor’s Palace

Virgin in the Emperor’s Palace

Xerxes gave Laleh one last kiss, holding it until her lungs ached as nearly as much as her heart. He tasted of olives and honeydew, and Laleh didn’t want break away. Eventually, Xerxes did, and spoke, "You should go, gulbadan; the generals will be here soon."

I’m staying, my prince. Nasrin is waiting on the empress and I’m to serve the generals food and drink. She gestured toward the table with fruit and wine that sat at the rear of the tent.

And advice, too, if I don’t miss my guess. He laughed a little as he spoke, and he hadn’t yet let go of her hands.

Only if I’m asked. My suggestion worked out well for us at Lade, no?

True. And it had. Suggesting that they allow some of the captured Greek nobility to persuade their fellows to defect from the Milesian’s fleet had saved hundreds, maybe thousands, of lives.

Laleh pecked him on the lips. I live to serve you and the empire both, Xerxes. And I will be quiet as a kitten unless you or Datis call upon me.

Artabanus in his saffron vest entered first. The muffled clanging and yellow of the camp pitched up with the tent flap. Datis followed, then two more commanders with wispy moustaches. Laleh waited in the rear, the pitcher of wine held ready and her face a smiling mask.

The generals hemmed and hawed, bitched and moaned, each with a different idea about how to speed up the siege of Miletus. When Datis brought up news of a Greek force at Malene, not one of them seemed concerned.

Except Xerxes.

He glowered at their backs, raising his voice over the din. But Datis, if there’s a weakness at Malene, we should exploit it. Even taking Miletus won’t break the Greeks.

Taking Miletus will be a grievous injury, young prince, Datis said. We have not the men or commanders to spare, else the siege will weaken.