Taming the Princess Volume 2 Silvia Gets Trained to Love

By Amelia Dawson

Things don't get any easier for Silvia as she begins her march with Rafael's army, and she begins to realize what a terrible princess she has been. She finds Rafael waiting for her—ready to teach her to be a good girl in more ways than one. Meanwhile, her sister Sandra is taken to the Tower of the Gods, where she is turned into their personal sex toy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amelia Dawson
• Release date: Oct 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005640521

Amelia Dawson

I write Erotica in a style that some people might consider a little taboo.I hope you find something that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it!Favorite Jokes:"He's a 10. But accidentally got your mom pregnant while you were out of town . . . now you aren't sure if he's your boyfriend, or your stepdad."During sex:Her: oh, deeper.....Him: what's the meaning of life?Her: no, harder...Him: solve Fermat's last theorem....Her: ffs! Just come.....Him: on Eileen?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Add me as a 'favorite author' or sign up for 'smashwords alerts' so you'll get an email notification with my new releases!

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Taming the Princess

Volume 2

Silvia gets Trained to Love

Published by Amelia Dawson at Smashwords

Copyright 2022 Amelia Dawson

Chapter 5

The March

Rafael’s army of over 10,000 men marched in the morning light with Silvia in tow. Silvia was furious as she plodded along in the caravan. Not only had Rafael given her plain peasant clothes to wear, he had also refused to let her don any of her jewelry. To make matters worse, she was forced to carry a heavy backpack that was filled with food and supplies.

The only kindness that he had shown her was to allow her to wear her smooth silk undergarments beneath the brown smock, so she at least didn’t have to feel the rough fabric chaffing at her flawless skin as she walked.

She was surprised at how many women marched with them, and was even more surprised when she overheard their conversations and gleaned that many of them were her own people of Malnor, and that they were marching by their own choosing—unlike Silvia.

But she didn’t talk to any of them, because a princess didn’t associate with peasants—although, with her plain clothes, none of them recognized who she was.

When they made camp for the night, her back was aching, and her feet hurt. She didn’t think she had ever walked so much in her entire life.

Stop moping in the dirt and give us a hand, a stout older woman barked.

Silvia wanted to call for her guards to sever the woman’s head from her body for speaking so disrespectfully, but the words died in her throat as she remembered that she had no guards.

Listlessly, she dragged herself up and began helping the woman chop vegetables and throw them into a stew. Her stomach grumbled as the scent of the broth tickled her nose—she hadn’t had anything to eat all day except a crust of bread.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had ever been hungry.

Silvia’s curiosity overwhelmed her disdain for the gruff woman, and she asked, Why did you join the march?

The woman’s brow furrowed, but she didn’t look up from her chopping.

"Same reason as everyone else—Princess Silvia was a tyrant bitch. the woman spoke her name with venom. She kept us so poor, that even with her gone, a lot of us ain’t got nothing to scrape by with while the war is disrupting trade. And his soldiers treat us well, and keep us better fed than Silvia ever did. And it’s good honest work helping carry supplies and care for the men."

Silvia didn’t ask any more questions after that, a sensation she wasn’t familiar with was curdling in her stomach, as the words echoed in her head, Princess Sylvia was a tyrant bitch.

She ate the stew the woman offered her when it was ready, but despite how hungry she was, she got no pleasure from eating. A gnawing sensation was building in her stomach—very different than the hunger had been. As soon as she could, she left the cooking fire, and staggered through the tents as her head spun. She passed countless soldiers everywhere she went, almost running into several of them.

She recognized