Royal slave mate

Episode4:First Mistake

It was Emily’s first official day of work as a Royal slave to the Prince. After their short encounter yesterday, she couldn’t shake off the panic she had. She advised herself not to do anything to trigger the Prince's bad side. Even though, judging from her personality and his, it was going to be a bit tough.

Just like the prince had instructed, Emily was awake by 6 am on the clock and proceeded to clean his living quarters. She gawked at how gigantic it was.

With the instructions still ringing loud in her ears, she proceeded to do his laundry, a serious heap of clothes he had.

By the time she was done, it was just 7:15 am. She still had a lot of time left to get him his breakfast, so instead she decided to shower first.

She headed to the slave's room where she would be having her bath, dressing up and then eating. The only thing she didn’t do there was sleep, which she found strange because all the other slaves slept there except for her. Well, who was she to question her master’s decisions?

She passed by the slave's workout room and decided to walk in.

Though this workout room was much bigger and grander, the concept wasn’t new to her. The slaves in Rivendell were required to stay fit so they could work efficiently for the Lycans. This also made their blood warmer for consumption.

She decided to use the room a bit before heading to the shower. She worked out her frustration and stress and felt better after. It always helped.

She then walked into the bathroom and stood under the shower, letting her thoughts cloud her. Her nervousness grew to its peak.

She couldn’t help but wonder about the things the Prince would do to her.

Slaves being used for pleasure in Rivendell was a hush thing. The Alpha King Ares wasn’t in support of it, but it still happened anyway. The male Lycans still had the power to use weak female humans like her for their pleasure.

And her master, the Prince, just happened to be very active in that area.

In training, they were taught to handle things like that, so she was so confused that she gasped when the Prince traced her skin.

He had mastered the art of seduction. She wondered if that was why the ladies fell for him.

She shook her head to drown the thoughts and crossed her fingers, hoping she wouldn’t be in that situation. But even if she was, what could she do?

A loud bang on the door distracts Emily from her thoughts.

“Shoot,” she muttered as she jumped out of the shower and wrapped her wet body in a towel.

She walked into the dressing room and opened her assigned wardrobe, her face scrunched in disgust as her eyes scanned through all the provocative clothes.

She figured Prince Ronan was responsible for this. She let out an exasperated sigh and checked through the wardrobe for at least one decent dress.

Her eyes spotted a less revealing blue floral dress. It was just simple and perfect, and would also make her work easier.

She couldn’t deny the fact that she was lucky though. The royal slaves wore fine clothes, made from fine materials, although it wasn’t up to the grade of the Lycans, but it was way better than what the regular slaves wore.

Emily pinned her hair up into a bun and left her face with no make-up. She was unsure of whether to apply or not since she didn’t know if her master would like to see makeup on her. A slave that is in ownership needs her master’s permission on how to look, but Prince Ronan hadn’t given her any rules regarding that yet, so I guess she was lucky.

She looked in the mirror one more time and decided she was just okay, then she made her way to the slave kitchen. She still had twenty-five minutes left before the Prince would require his breakfast, so she scrounged up some oatmeal and bananas before heading to the Royal kitchen.

She arrives there and requests the Prince’s food and a tray of a gourmet meal of eggs, bacon, waffles, and some vegetables which she was certain she hadn’t eaten before, was handed to her.

The Lycans could survive on normal food except on the full moon. However, some selfish Lycans would still take blood from humans even before that day. The thought alone made her shudder. At least, she was lucky the Prince had requested a normal meal, rather than her blood.

Emily carried the tray carefully as she made her way through the maze of hallways. The royal court seemed busy. People passed by, without even acknowledging her, but she could hear their chatters loud and clear, especially the two household slave women walking behind her.

"Did you hear Prince Ronan has gotten a new slave? Again!” One of the women gossiped.

A gasp erupted from the other woman,

“But the last slave barely lasted two months,”

“I wonder what he has in store for this new girl. "What else do you know?” She pressed.

“I hear she’s a beauty and that he paid a whooping two million for her,” the first woman continued.

“She also sleeps in his quarters,”

The other woman gasps again, "How scandalous! "Surely he must be using her for his pleasure then." She assumed.

The first woman hummed in response,

“I heard from one of the new intake slaves that Prince Ronan even banged her yesterday,” she added, which was obviously a lie.

“This is such juicy gossip” the other woman commented as they finally walked past Emily.

Emily couldn’t believe her ears. She always knew there was a lot of gossip in the royal court, but this was wild.

The woman even believed the Prince was using her for his pleasures already. Obviously, it’s a lie now, but Emily couldn’t help but wonder how soon it would become true.

She swallowed nervously and tightened her hands on the tray as she walked hastily to the Prince Quarters, to meet up with time.

She knocked and then quietly walked into his room. The Prince was still sound asleep.

She set the tray on the mini table beside him and wondered how to wake him up– shout? Whisper? Shake him?

She decided to do the more civil ones of the three. She shook him and whispered to him to get up.

Prince Ronan let out a whiny groan and rolled over, his eyes slightly opened. He sat up and motioned towards the desk, "Hand me a smoke."

Smoke? By this time of the morning? She wondered in her head but knew better not to let her reaction show.

She reached for a cigarette pack and a lighter, then handed the stick to him and lit it.

Even though he just woke up, Emily couldn’t deny it. He looked so hot.

His roughly tousled black hair and sleepy eyes gave him a sexy look.

Emily couldn’t understand why she was admitting this to herself. She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts.

The smoke from the cigar billowed and covered his face in a mysterious fog.

"You spoke to me," he suddenly said, breaking the silence between them.

Emily immediately went into flight mode as her fingers clutched her dress.

She knew it was the wrong idea to wake him up by whispering.

"I didn't ask you to speak to me," he said again, with a rude tone now.

Emily folded her fist in an attempt to keep her opinion in check, but it was futile.

"Well, how else did you expect me to wake you up?” She blurted out.

Her mouth clamped shut as the words fell out, the realization of what she had just done dawned on her.

Prince Ronan's lips stretched into a smirk as he stood up, discarding the cigarette stick.

“I thought I told you not to talk to me,” he spelled out as he took slow strides towards her.

She moved backward as he came closer until her back hit the wall.

“Well, I had to wake you up.” She spoke out again, biting her lips in regret immediately after.

He was finally in front of her now. He grabbed her jaw, raising her head. Emily maintained eye contact with him, not backing down.

“I.told.you.not.to.talk.to.me.” He spelled out, with his teeth clenched.

She wanted to reply to him again but bit her bottom lip to stop. His eyes shifted to her lips and lingered for a while before he stepped back, releasing the hold on her jaw.

Emily wondered what that action was, the way he looked at her…it was hot. She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. There was nothing hot about that, he was just mad at her.

‘Thankfully, he didn’t kill me’ she said in her head.

"Do not speak to me unless I tell you to again, or I will make it so you must speak all the thoughts popping into your head. I'm sure you won't want that. "You seem to have some thoughts you would rather keep to yourself," He threatened with a sly smirk.

“Run me a shower,” he said coldly.