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'Yes, these 2. They are royal guards. I don't know if you've heard of them but I've witnessed them doing horrible things before. Plus the king aka your father gives them his full support. They are practically untouchable.' I whisper just a bit louder.
He clicks his tongue and nods to Zion. They seem to share a little moment and just as fast as he came, the dragon takes of again but not before giving the guards an ugly stare. Loosing my balance over the turbulence I fall into Tristan's chest. He embraces me softly and looks at me. My hands are pressing against his chest and I start to draw little circles on it. When Rik clears his throat I look around to see people staring again.
'Right!' He yells 'Rik, get everyone who wanted to harm the lady in front of me.' I really don't know what he's up to but I'm going to find out because he takes my hand and drags me gently along with him as he walks forward. I see Rik walking towards the 2 guards, he takes a stand right next to them, crosses his arms before his chest and with a smirk on his face he commands them to move.
The guards, still visibly afraid, shake their heads. I hear Tristan sighing annoyed when we join Rik. I position myself behind him with my head low but still peeking.
'You know who I am?' He asks them. They bod nod.
'Answer me!'
'Y-y-yes, y-y-your highness, y-y-you are the firstborn p-prince. Obvious why they call you the d-dr-dragon prince.'
'Do you know who this is?' And he nods his head towards me.
'Y-yes my lord, t-that is a escaped s-slave.'
'Why do you think she escaped? Didn't she tell you she was with me?'
'W-well the tailor told us. But since you are rumoured not to have any slaves or maids or never to be seen with girls around he didn't believe the girl and since her story was unusual he suspected her to-' What? He doesn't have any other slaves? No maids? No girls? What does he want with me?
'Enough, bring me the tailor!' I see his hand grasping the handle of his sword and let it rest there.
'Head high Rana.' He whispers while Rik is dragging the terrified tailor in front of us. I tilt my head up but I feel like the events of the previous days are beginning to take their toll on me. That and I haven't eaten in a few days plus the adrenaline of meeting a real life dragon... I feel my knees getting weak and my vision blurring.
I reach for Tristans arm but the last thing I feel is my body falling to the ground.
*****
'Rana?' I hear when waking up. I still feel weak but I manage to open my eyes. I look around but instead of being on the square I see I'm laying in an enormous bed with silk sheets on it. The room is very spacious with a big desk covered in papers and books, 2 longchairs with a little table in the middle covered with various plates of food and the biggest closet I've ever seen. In the back of the room is something that looks like a small pool. From here I can look outside the large window wich gives access to the balcony.
I sit up. 'How long was I out?'
'At least a few hours, why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?'
'I'm sorry my lord-'
'Tristan'
'I'm sorry Tristan, I keep causing trouble. It's not the first time I haven't eaten in days but I think the tension and the overload on emotions might have been a bit too much.' I cover my face with my hands and feel my eyes watering.
'Legas didn't feed you?'
'I'm a slave, we eat after the masters and after the maids if there are any. We get to eat the leftovers. And sometimes there just aren't any or you get punished. But I'm fine now, after a while you don't feel the hunger anymore. I just needed this nap to restore my thoughts I guess.'
'Well that explains why you're so thin. We need to change that and restore your body to its full glory.' He gets up from the side and holds out his hand.
I take his hand and he pulls me out of the bed, to his chest. He embraces me and I again I feel the heat in my thighs rising. I also feel really warm in my chest and my heart starts beating fast. I look up in those deep blue eyes and gently start caressing his face. When I reach his scar he closes his eyes and places his hand against mine. 'Come on, time to eat.' He says with a husky voice. 'If we don't eat now I don't think I will be able to hold myself any more.'
He guides me to one of the longchairs and sits down in the other. I really can't believe my eyes, various types of juicy fruits and vegetables are richly plated with in addition different types of meat. There are fruits that even are to expensive and exclusive for master Legas! I feel my mouth watering just by seeing all of it.
He stares at me and chukles but I ignore him. He takes fork, pierces a piece of pineapple and puts it in my mouth. Oh gods, the smell and the taste! I close my eyes to savour the taste but before I know it a small moan escapes my mouth. Slowly I start chewing and more flavors are released with every bite. 'Hmmmm'
Quickly he takes a piece of meat and holds the fork in front of my mouth. 'Oooh gods, that smell.' I take a small bite and again I hear myself moaning. I'm officially on a food high right now and with every piece of food he caters me I get higher and higher. This goes on for a while and I start to feel a bit sick from everything I've eaten. I hear Tristan groaning and open my eyes.
His eyes are fixed on my face and he hands me the fork. 'My turn.' And he smirks.
In the lover training we learned how to feed someone properly. It's wasn't all about s*x but also about pleasing and as the master called it 'the experience'. I get up, and get on my knees on the ground in front of his chair. He watches my every move and raises an eyebrow. 'Do you want me to take the shirt off master?' I ask, now that I've eaten more then in the last years combined I feel a new strength rising. The prince treats me very good and I've decided to try and please him in every way so he won't send me away. Maybe if I play my cards right I can be a lover for him. Just looking into his eyes and thinking about his body... Oh gods there are those feelings again.
I see his pupils getting bigger 'Why would y-' I keep looking at him 'Yes please' and he smirks.
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