Royal slave mate

Episode2:Master

Her master was the crowned Prince Ronan Isolde!

The chills that once left ran down her spine again. Why did she have to be a slave to the prince?

Just like the pictures they had seen, he was freaking handsome with stunning features. He had piercing ocean-blue eyes with green fragments in them (an eye-color that wasn’t common to humans) and they complimented his tan skin.

He had perfectly shaped eyebrows, with long full eyelashes, plump lips, and a sharp jawline.

His pitch-black hair was long for a male and was styled to perfection. He was lean but muscular and stood at a height of 6’4. Comparing herself to him now, she realized how much of an ant she was.

His height must be part of what made him feared among humans and even some Lycans. He has such a Royal Aura, just like his father, King Isolde.

The Prince's powers were extraordinary because he was a pure breed. His father and mother are both of royal blood.

Emily had so much information about everything, she got it all from the trainers. They barely acknowledged their existence, so they mostly spoke so freely around them.

Emily picked up on things easily. The political drama, the castle gossip. That was how she learned about the prince being a man-w***e. They also gossiped that he was pretty skilled in that faculty. She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts, especially because she dreaded those the most.

She swallowed nervously as she also remembered the rumors about the Prince being dangerous and having a very short temper.

Is that why none of his slaves lasted with him?

Did he kill them? Was he going to use her to satisfy his s****l pleasures? Emily wondered in agony.

After a smooth ride, they finally got to the castle. Emily had only seen this place from the posters. She had never even gotten the chance to see it from Afar, but now she would be living in it. She was experiencing different emotions all at once, but the most significant one was curiosity - she couldn’t wait to find out what her duties would be to Prince Ronan.

Her mouth flew open as they drove into the castle. This place was huge.

It wasn’t just one castle, it was like a collection of castles. It looked like a whole different city, much more luxurious than the one she knew.

She assumed that each lord owned a castle, and she was right. The last names of the lords were written on the gates of the castles.

The driver finally parked just in front of the grandest castle. It was exquisite. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that it was the Palace.

He opened the door for Prince Ronan, and they stepped out of the car. He immediately started walking towards the door, and she struggled to keep up with his long strides.

The doors were opened by the guards once they saw the Prince approaching. She took a glance at them, they looked so regal too, compared to regular Lycan guards.

Only the strongest Lycans of noble families were chosen to be the Royal guards and soldiers.

"Slave," Prince Ronan finally voiced out, his voice laced with dominance and authority,

“You will call me master, nothing else. Now come."

Emily simply nodded in response, she knew better not to speak unless she was ordered to speak. She walked behind him silently, making sure even her footsteps didn’t make the slightest noise.

She racked her brain for all the rules she had memorized during her training days as they walked through a maze of hallways.

They arrived at what she assumed to be his room and he opened the door, obviously expecting her to follow,

“Close it behind you," he ordered.

His room was huge, it was a whole house.

Prince Ronan walked towards another door at the end of his room and opened it.

It was a shoe closet that was the size of her head trainer's apartment.

Her jaw dropped open. How is all this space just used to store shoes?

She knew the Lycan Royals were stinking rich, but this rich?

He walked inside and she followed,

“This is where you will be staying. "Dispose of the shoes and clean the space up,” he instructed.

She couldn’t believe her ears. This place was nothing compared to the broom store she lived in back at the slaves' quarters.

Even at that, she was still thankful for the broom store. Some slaves barely had a stable shelter. Plus, she had so much fun with the brooms pretending she was a witch.

Emily was very sarcastic and playful, with a hint of sassiness, but she knew very well how to keep her personality in check, or it could get her killed. A slave isn’t allowed to have any personality or emotions.

She did all her rambling in her head. Nobody heard because she was never allowed to talk.

She was her own best friend.

"Do you understand what I just said?” The Prince called out to her.

She wasn’t ready to start calling him master yet, so she would not talk. She nodded instead.

“You will get up every day at six unless instructed otherwise. You will clean my living quarters, which extend further than you see now. Then you will do the laundry. After you are finished, you will go to the kitchen and bring me breakfast. I have my breakfast at eight sharp. Do not miss it. You will run me a hot shower while I eat, then clean my sleeping areas while I shower. After that, you may shower in the slave quarters and eat your meal there, then wait patiently for further instructions. Understand?" he instructed and she nodded.

God! Just how needy is he? She grumbled in her head. These were normal slave duties anyway, nothing new to her.

"Good," Prince Ronan commented, and then led her over to his sleeping area. He stopped and turned towards her,

“Now take off your veil. "Let me look at you." He instructed.

Emily took off the black veil that had been on her face since the auction, it had become a sort of security blanket for her. She could see out of it, but no one could see in it.

She clasped the veil in her hands and looked down to the ground. Another rule they were taught back at training, is to never look your master in the eye unless he tells you to.

"Look up," the Prince instructed, and she obeyed.

He stared at her intently, as if he were inspecting her.

"Nice big eyes," he said and moved closer, “lovely color”. Then he stroked her face, "Soft skin."

He ran a finger across her lips, "Plump, scarlet lips."

His finger trailed further down her neck. Emily fought hard to hold the shivers.

Another rule was, never to react in any way (not even a shiver or gasp or cry) to anything your master does to you unless he tells you to.

His hands ran over the exposed top of her breasts, "wonderful cleavage."

He continued to trace them. Emily couldn’t help it anymore, she couldn’t hold it back. She involuntarily took a deep breath, which wasn’t missed by the Prince.

"What was that?" He smirked, "Was that a gasp?“

Fear immediately welled up inside her. She panicked internally, as she feared what he was going to do with her next.

‘What is he going to do to me? Oh my gosh, I can't believe I messed up.’ She rambled in her head.

She took a quick peak at him before he could barely notice. His eyes seemed to sparkle in lust and another emotion she couldn’t quite read, it seemed like amusement. Amusement? Why on earth would he be amused by her?

He raised her chin forcefully, causing her to swallow fearfully,

"You will respect me and you will do everything right. "I am your master and I paid good money for you," he commanded, and then stepped even closer, “Do you understand?"

I nod shakily.

"Good," he licked his lips as his hands found her cleavage again. He leaned in and breathed heavily down her neck. His hot breath tickled her exposed cleavage as he ran his hand down her body.

Emily stayed focused on not making any reaction. The last thing she wanted to do was provoke him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you… yet.” He whispered in her ear with a hint of mischief and then walked out of the room.

She slid down the wall, finally letting that tear streak down her cheeks. She feared what he was going to do to her. Her master was a monster.