Prince of the Belle wants Pet Menon

"My Lord! Show mercy!" A lowly servant begged, with his knees on the hard concrete ground, his bound hands entwined, and his pathetic sorrowful eyes staring at the young male sitting on the throne placed beneath a larger one. The young male was a god, dressed on pure silk, and looking beyond this earth. He was light skinned in complexion, with a height of at least 6 feet and more. His body was crafted into hard muscles, and his face a delicate contrast of the pure aura of wickedness coming from him. He had curly shimmering silver white hair long enough to descend on his neck, and looked as if it was created from the softness of silk. Coal colored eyebrows a swipe of a painter's brush, double lidded sharp almond shaped eyes a glaring silver-grey color, glinting with amusement as a lock of hair tousled on one side. A gold chain piercing on his right lobe jingled as he c****d his to the side and his sharp firm jaw ticked for a moment. He tapped on his right cheek with fingers adorned with rings, then a sweet smile the household of Belle had come to know as cruel surfaced on his face. This was The Prince of the Belle! The seventh son of the Lycan King Dimitri Alexandria Belle! The servant shuddered knowing his Prince to be cruel and merciless. "Show your face servant," A deep, raspy voice vibrated. The Prince. The servant heard growling after. The reddish huge hounds situated at both sides of the Prince were growling at the servant but they were not what scared the servant. It was the Prince that scared him. "Filthy peasant," said the smiling Prince. "You aimed to poison your Prince." "No my Lord! I have been framed! I would rather die than try to harm my Prince!" The servant implored. The Prince's eyebrow arched. "Die? You wish to die," his wistfully twisted the words of the helpless servants. The other servants lurking around the throne room gulped for this pathetic servant. It was not the first time an assassination attempt had been issued on the crown Prince, and usually when it failed it was the servants that carried the punishment whether it they were guilty or not. It only depended on being at the wrong place at the wrong time, and this servant was at the wrong place at the wrong time. "No my Lord! I don't-" The Prince sighed. "Filthy Servant you bore me, shall we just carry on with the ruling?" He still had that sickening smile on. A particular blonde haired servant stared in horror at the Prince. This vile man wanted to pass a ruling on a possibly innocent servant without care. This wasn't the first time Menon Athenia had seen the acts of cruelty from the Prince. She had once watched the Prince maliciously cut off the arm of a woman for daring to seductively touch him, and one time he had cut off Duke son's tongue for accidentally drinking the wine he intended to drink at a banquet. Menon despised this ruthless Prince. She feared for everyone if this kind of Prince was to become King one-day, and although the Royal family was known for the wickedness this Prince was worse. He was a pure tyrant. Menon's entwined fingers trembled as the Prince opened that mouth filled with foulness. "I hereby rule that this peasant is guilty. You will be sent to the Styx prison as punishment." He proclaimed in a bored tone. Menon nearly gasped. This was the worst one she'd seen him done yet. The Styx prison was a cruel Prison with flesh eating creatures and the worst of humans there. Any innocent sent there wouldn't survive an hour. Evil crossed Menon's mind as she stared at the Prince in disbelief. While she dared glare daggers at the Prince's head from the shadows, the Prince who had gotten up couldn't shake the feeling of someone staring at him wrongly. The crown Prince never noticed one Menon Athenia. She was always a shadow who watched in horror the height of his cruelty. He was an unruly Prince who cared for no one but himself. That is of course when she accidentally crossed paths with him. The chances of that happening is zero to none yet it did, and so that was how she captured the eyes of the evil Prince.                 Eleven months later Menon knocked on the huge door of the Prince's room. Ever since her resumption as a Maid she had been bringing food to the fifth Prince- Prince Victor Alexandria Belle, a man who was three years older than the Crown Prince. She had been wise to learn the schedule of the fifth Prince Victor and realized every morning at exactly 7:30 the fifth Prince was missing from his room so she brought his food to his room then. While Prince Victor wasn't as evil as the Crown Prince (no one is as evil as him), Victor was renowned for bullying servants. He didn't hurt them physically but once a servant had capture his attention he was known bedding them (having s*x) or making them do highly difficult task just for his amusement. Menon knocked again, even though she knew the fifth Prince wouldn't be in his room she had made it a habit to knock on the door so as to not lose a head for walking in while the fifth Prince was inside. After another knock she let herself in and briskly walked in. The fifth Prince was the only Prince without a guard situated in front of his room or anywhere around him. Rumor has it that it was punishment for doing something against the Crown Prince. There were also rumors that the scar on the fifth Prince's face was there because of the same reason. The room of Prince Victor was large. The curtains were light nylon, and his large bed was blanketed with silk. The fifth Prince was a showy man, the time that like to flaunt his power and status on others, and just for his room you could tell. The silk sheets were an intense blue color like lapis lazuli, and the walls were painted a spectacle light gold. His curtains were translucent nylon. There was a corner of his room decked with large alcohol varieties, a gold chandelier and a huge walk-in closet at the end of the room. The fifth Prince was a really extravagant man. She dropped the food at his dining corner, and quickly decided to leave the room. She sniffed. Something like fuel and charcoal. The fifth Prince always used scented candles imported from countries across the sea. His room never smelt awful. "Disgusting," she breathed, walking towards the origin of the awful smell. It was best she rid the room of the source of the terrible smell before the Prince returned. He was most likely to blame all those who entered his room. She leaned forward, and sniffed again. At the alcohol table there was a sheet of paper on it. She didn't dare touch it but that didn't stop her eyes from reading it's content. Good day Victor, Our client has finally replied and they have agreed to finance our research. Time is of the essence as Tae will soon ascend. We must quickly discover a means to kill Tae before he becomes King. She paused her reading, Tae? She has never heard of Tae before. Why did Prince Victor mean to kill him? Tae will become King. Become King…. Why was a whole Lycan Prince plotting to kill this Tae person when he could do it openly and no one would dare speak. Was it because this Tae would be King? King of wher- she froze. Her thoughts gathered, and shock crossed her face at a realization. "T-Tae?" She had never heard of the Crown Prince's name before. Everyone just called him the Prince of Belle. This was a letter of treachery. The fifth Prince was plotting to kill….. "The Crown Prince." From the shock of her findings she knocked several bottoms from their shelves as she sought to run out. They broke on the ground, heightening her fear. "N-no," she exclaimed, as she saw the broken alcohol bottles. As she sought to bend and do something she sensed a pair of curious eyes watching her. She turned and gasped. "M-my P-prince."