Royal slave mate

Today was auction day. The day Emily had been training for and dreading her whole life, but she knew there was no escape once she turned eighteen last week. She knew nothing else but the fact that she was a worthless human woman who would serve the higher race of supernaturals. In this culture, women are below men, and humans are below the supernatural; so she was the lowest of the low. She pinned up her light brown wavy hair in a braid across her head, thus making her forest-green eyes more visible. It was auction day, so the trainers allowed them make-up and also taught them how to do it exactly the way they wanted. With no imperfections. She was pretty, she guessed, because only the pretty ones were sold to the royals, but she was certainly not the prettiest, so she thought. She slipped on a black lace dress, which seemed to hug her curves perfectly. She was a petite girl, but she had the right number of curves. The dress was the prettiest she had ever worn, and it was only given to her, especially for auction day. She placed a black veil over her head and walked out of the hall towards the meeting room. “Cedrick, please take your seat.” The head trainer addressed her by her last name. She groaned internally as she sat down. She hated being addressed by her last name. ‘Cedrick’ was such an unusual name for a human to have. It was even kind of unusual for a supernatural person too. Emily was often segregated when younger because of that name. Some people rumored that her ancestors might have been Lycans, thus the strange name. But if they were indeed Lycans, isn’t she meant to be one? She scoffed as she thought about it. Emily and the other slaves about to be auctioned waited in quiet chatter until the last slave arrived, and the trainer began her last lecture. "You are about to be auctioned off into a much bigger life than you know. All of you have been through training, even an internship. I hope you all remember your rules and manners. You will be slaves to the royal court of the Lycan lords. The crowned Prince has also requested a slave this year. He will be at the auction too.” Gasps erupted from them as she mentioned the Crown Prince. The prince was rumored to be the most ruthless Lycan because his slaves barely lasted six months. He was also famous for whoring around. Chills ran down Emily's spine as she prayed for her fate. “You will be pushed, but we have trained you not to break. Do not fail us. You will be called up like we have practiced. Only flip up your veil when instructed by the man speaking. "All of you stand and flip up your veils now for a final check." The head trainer instructed and they all did. The other trainers walked around and inspected each of them. They had done it perfectly. The trainers put their all into training them, because they knew failure to produce a well-trained slave could get them killed. The trainers were also Lycans, but they belonged to the last link of the chain, just before the humans. "Good," the head trainer nodded, "we will begin in a few minutes." Emily rubbed her sweaty palm nervously as jitters filled her stomach. But somehow, she managed to sit perfectly still. The auction began, and the girls were getting called up. Emily could hear the bargaining chants which lasted for a few minutes, and then the word SOLD rang loudly in her ears. She took deep breaths to calm herself. She must be composed on stage. Then she heard them call her name. She stood up, smoothened out her dress, and walked into the blinding lights. "Here we have Emily Cedrick. She is 18 years old and tamed to perfection. "Pull up your veil," the announcer instructed. She did and stared at the crowd, with no emotion on her face. "She has long wavy brown hair and forest green eyes. She stands five feet tall. Emily has never had any outbursts and is ranked high among her trainees. Do we have any bids?" The bargaining chants resumed, the crowd bidding for her ownership. It made her sick to the stomach. "A hundred thousand!” the first bid rang out. Emily gasped, are the auction prices always this high? She wondered. "Two hundred thousand!” the bidding continued, "Three hundred thousand” "Four hundred thousand” “Five hundred thousand” "Seven hundred thousand” "Nine hundred thousand” “s**t, this is high, am I worth this much?” Emily muttered under her breath. "Nine hundred thousand going once, going twice", the announcer started, but someone cut him off, "Two million!" someone yelled out, and the whole crowd went silent. Emily tried to peek through her veil to see who was willing to bid that high for her, but she knew better than to raise her head when not instructed. "Two million going once, going twice, SOLD." The announcer yelled and stamped his slate. Emily’s heart sank as the realization dawned on her, she was sold. Now she was somebody’s property, for him to treat her as he pleased, and she had no choice than to accept that. A tear slid down her face, but she quickly wiped it off. Now more than ever, she needed to be strong and brave. She needed to keep her head high and do her job. She walked off the stage to the waiting area, where the other girls were still waiting for their turn. She couldn’t see their faces, but she was certain they were a mirror of hers, filled with emptiness, sorrow, and yet determination. In the supernatural royal court, they were household slaves there that attended to the Lycan lords and even their slaves. A royal slave's job is to her master and her master only. Emily waited outside with her head trainer and the rest of the girls who had been auctioned. She kept wondering who her master would be. Would he be kind or harsh? Would he be a male Lycan lord or a female Lycan lord? Deep down, she wished it would be a male Lycan lord. She heard of how harshly the female Lycan lords tended to treat their slaves. It was horrible. She couldn’t help but still wonder what exactly her master would use her for. What lies her fate as a royal slave? As she heard the door slam shut, she knew the last girl had entered. The royals will soon come to collect their slaves. Their names were called individually again to be taken to their masters. “Cedrick!" Emily’s stomach drops as she hears her name being called. She composed herself and got up gracefully. They ushered her outside and she was faced with her new master. Her mouth flew open in shock. It was the Lycan prince.