Chapter One
"Your Majesty, your horse is ready." A round middle-aged man was bowing at the door of a great room. Inside that room, looking in the mirror was Christian Grey, King of Ireland. The King glared at his servant through the mirror.

"That will be all Linus. Leave me."

The servant bowed once more and raced down the hallway as if he couldn't leave the King's presence fast enough. Christian snickered to no one in particular and put on is leather gloves. Today he was going into one of the nearby villages to restore order. He had been given word that the villagers were conspiring against the crown. The King couldn't have that.

Christian turned around and stalked out the door. As he strut down the hallway his brother, Elliot caught up to him.

"You ready to do this?" His brother grinned at him.

Christian said nothing and kept on walking.

They made it outside and both climbed atop their horses. Christian kicked his horse and it took off at fast speed down the castle grounds towards the gate. His brother was following close behind.

….

"The King has been spotted a mile down the road!"

The villagers of Belfast broke out in chaos. The men roared amongst each other. The women screamed and grabbed ahold of their children and the shopkeepers quickly closed up shop. It was no secret that the evil King was an evil tyrant. He would kill a man for simply looking at him the wrong way. The Belfast villagers quickly formed two long lines on either side of the gravel road that went through their tiny village. Whenever the King made a visit he expected everyone to form these lines or the would face his wrath.

The men stood on one side of the gravel road and the women and children on the other. Once they heard the horses hooves coming up the road their frantic whispers stopped and all that was left was silence.

Anastasia Steele, daughter of Raymond Steele, blacksmith of Belfast was standing in line, directly across from her father. He winked at her and mouthed that everything would be alright. Anastasia had recently arrived in Belfast village to live with her father because her mother recently passed away. She had heard stories of the evil King but this would be her first time laying her eyes upon him.

She looked to her right and saw a man dressed all in black riding a black stallion up the road. Followed suit was a younger man, wearing all brown. His horse was white. The two men on horses slowed right down and started to slowly trot through the village. The man in the lead had striking copper hair and a beautiful face. Anastasia thought he may be an angel. She soon learned he was far from it. The King stopped his horse and peered down at two old men whispering to each other.

"When you are in the presence of the King, you will do your best to keep quiet. If I have to repeat myself you will find yourself hanging by your feet in my dungeon." The two old men immediately stopped talking and froze.

The King chuckled harshly at the men and continued his way down the line of villagers.

Wow! What a monster.

Anastasia couldn't hide her disgust. It must have shown on her face because when the King trotted by her on his horse he paused to look at her.

His pupils dilated and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Is there something you'd like to say peasant?" The King narrowed his eyes at her. Anastasia didn't know what had come over her because she glared up at him and spat.

"You're a damn monster."

Every villager in the area let out loud gasps. Anastasia's father closed his eyes in pain. He knew what was coming next.

To everyone's surprise the King said nothing and continued on his way. The man behind the King on his horse didn't hide his mask of shock either. A few moments later and the two men had left the village. When they were out of sight the village erupted into cheers.

Raymond ran over to his daughter and hugged her.

"You foolish girl! What were you thinking? The King won't forget this. You may have just cost yourself your life."

Anastasia was shaking in her father's grasp.

"I..don't know what came over me. He was just so cruel. I had to say something Father."

One of the villager's jumped on top of a barrel.

"Three cheers for Anastasia Steele. The first woman to ever stand up to that prick of a King!""

…

The King hopped up his horse and was stalking towards the castle. His brother was following quickly behind.

"Christian, are you going to let that lowly peasant get away with this?" Christian said nothing and kept walking. His brother suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Has the King gone soft?"

Suddenly Christian whirled around and took out his sword. He pointed it at his brother's neck.

"You are question the King, brother?"

His brother's eyes were wide.

"No, brother, I'm sorry."

Christian sheathed his sword and continued to stalk off towards the castle. He made his way to his quarters and slammed the door behind him. He went back to face the mirror and glared at himself.

You pathetic fuck. You let that pretty peasant talk down to you. Are you seriously going to let her get away with this?

No, he wasn't.