"Your father has summoned you." A lady of the court stood in her doorway, her head bowed respectively. "He wishes for you to join him in the throne room."

She nodded and the lady left, closing the door quietly. A servant emerged from a side room carrying a change of dress, something more suitable for a meeting with the reigning prince of Romania. Once she was redressed in royal burgandy, she glided gracefully through the halls of the castle. It was dark out, and with the exception of servants going about their business, the castle was quiet.

She slipped into the throne room and stood at the back, making sure her father could see her. The room was littered with lords and ladies of the court, hidden in corners and windows. Some whispered to each other, others were involved in more devious deeds. She waited, hands folded behind her back, head up, disinterested look on her face. Her actions and behaviors had been carefully instilled in her from the time of her birth, and she made sure to practice them perfectly.

"Magareta," her father called softly. "Come." She glided to the base of the throne and dropped into a deep curtsy, her back straight, chest out and head down. There was silence for a moment. "Come, child. Sit at my feet." She rose, and with head still down, climbed the few steps and sat serenely at her father's right side, hands folded in her lap. She could feel her father's eyes on her. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, everyone waiting to see what would happen. Her father reached down and place a long, thin finger under her chin, raising her eyes to meet his, stormy blue eyes that they shared.

"Magareta, my beautiful, only daughter." She smiled at the small compliment. "Illegitamate though you may be, my blood still runs in your veins and that makes you royal. As such, you have certain duties." She nodded. "One day soon, I will call upon you to ask something very important and I wonder what your answer to me will be."

I would do anything to please you, Father." She answered. "Anything at all."

"May I have your promise on that?" She nodded.

"You have my solemn vow." Her father gave her a rare smile and smoothed her dark brown hair back from her face.

"That's what I wanted to hear." They sat for a few minutes quietly. "You may return to your rooms." She stood and descended the stairs. At the bottom she whipped around, her skirts twirling and dropped into another curtsy, her hand over her heart, silently pledging her loyalty to her father and prince. She rose, whipped around again and glided from the throne room back to her own.

"What did your father want?" Her mother sat by the fireplace waiting for her.

"He did not say. Just that he will call upon me soon, and asked what my answer to him would be."

"And you said?"

"I told him I would do anything to please him. I vowed that I would. As always."

"Good. Always do what pleases your father. Never, ever displease him." Her mother stood and turned to her. "You have been fortunate enough to be born into not only your father's family, but mine as well. You have royalty on one side, and money on the other. You are a recognized princess of Romania, and the richest woman for three countries in any direction. That comes with responsiblities, and keeping your father happy is one of those responsibilities."

"I am aware of my responsibilites, Mother. Did I not allow him to sell my soul at the young age of twelve? I have done everything he has asked and more. That will not change now." She turned her back on her mother. "If you excuse me, I have other engagements for this night." She heard the rustle of skirts as her mother curtsied and left the room. She reached over to the table next to her and rang a small bell. A servant came to the door.

"Mi'lady?"

"Send him in." She commanded. A moment later a young man entered her room and closed the door behind him, securing it so as not to be disturbed. He was of average height, his blonde hair cut short, his brown eyes intent on the woman before was partially undressed, his shirt hanging out from his pants, his feet bare.

She turned and beckoned him closer to her, a sly smile on her lips. He advanced on her, his hands grabbing her hips and pressing their bodies together. She raked her hands through his hair, taking hold and pulling his face down to hers to kiss. His hands traveled around to her back and pulled at the ribbons that tied her bodice. As it loosened, he reached fingers into the top, pulling her breasts free.

"Dameon," She whispered. "Take me. Feel me. Let me feel you." She placed her hand over the bulge that was formimg in his pants.

"I'll not dishonor you." He moaned against her lips.

"Take me to bed. Your princess commands you." She smiled seductively. She pulled him with her as she backed up towards the canopy bed. She knew she had him by the desire in his eyes. She pushed him down on the bed and freed herself of her skirts and watched him untie his pants. He sat up and grabbed her, pulling her down onto the bed and positioning himself between her legs.

"Your father must never know" He whispered.

"It will be our little secret," she purred, pulling him down for another kiss. He entered her quickly and sharply. She gasped at the sudden pain between her legs, followed quickly by pleasure as he massaged her with his head. "Yes, Dameon, more." She begged him, arching her back and hips. He began to move in her more, thrusting into her deeply. Her abdomen began to tighten and she search his neck with her lips, finding the spot she wanted. As the orgasm ripped through her, she sank her teeth into his neck, setting off his own pleasure inside of her.

It was more than a week before her father called for her again. This time, it was early and bright sunlight streamed through her windows. The throne room was full to bustling, so much so that the doors had to stay open. As soon as she entered the room, her father motioned for the room to be cleared and instantly lords and ladies vacated. Whatever order her father gave was always followed immediately. As people walked past, she could feel them eyeing her. It was always the same - the ladies glared at her as their significant others undressed her with their eyes. Not only was she beautiful, gaining her favor meant access to the highest royalty and the richest family of Romania. No matter how you looked at it, she was considered a highly desirable aquisition.

As everyone else left, she advanced to the throne. She began a curtsy, but her father waved it off. An older man stood at his right side. His clothing was strange, nothing at all like that of other lords. His jacket was short and his blue pants was made of a material she had never seen before.

"It is time," her father started. "It is time for you to fulfill your purpose." She nodded, expecting this to be the moment her father announced her engagment. He turned to the man next to him. "This is my daughter, Magerata. I trust you find her an even trade."

"Quiet even." The man smiled, his eyes flashing yellow as he took her in, eyeing the tops of her breasts, the slimness of her waist. "It seems we have a deal." Her father nodded and waved for them to be dismissed. The man snapped his fingers and instantly, the throne room was gone and she now found herself outside of a castle surrounded by fire.

"Where are we?" She asked in a disinterested way, looking boredly at her surroundings.

"We are in hell." The man answered, coming to stand close to her. She looked him up and down.

"And you are?"

"You may call me Lucifer." He offered his hand, which she took and he led her into the castle. "This is your home now, my wife."