After breakfast, Daphne and I were permitted to go eat our own meal in the kitchen. It was never as lavish as the meal the royal family enjoyed, but it was still good.

Basil greeted us when we entered. He'd come to the palace only a year after I arrived. He was a member of the Grimm royal family, who lived in the Grimm Kingdom. When Faerie defeated them, he was taken as a prize. The young Grimm Prince now worked as a lowly kitchen boy for the Goodfellow Royal Family. Despite that, Basil was always happy and gleeful, and a smile seemed plastered to his face permanently. Unless of course, he came in contact with a member of the royal family; he didn't particularly fancy their presence.

Like Daphne, Basil would sometimes discuss running away back to his home, but he would also voice his fears of what he might find there, or more importantly, what he might not find.

"Good morning, Sabrina! Daphne!" Basil smiled happily.

"Morning, Basil." We replied as we walked to the little table set apart for us.

"What is she doing here?!" came the harsh yell of the head cook, making me jumping.

I turned to see the large man pointing a spoon at my head. He never liked me, in fact, most of the servants at the palace never liked me. Puck has always had me treated like a princess, and it got under the skin of everyone in the palace, including the king and queen.

"It's breakfast time, sir!" Basil yelled back light-heartedly.

"I've been given orders that this girl eats at the servants table or doesn't eat at all," He stepped closer to me, still waving his spoon around.

"The Crowned Prince commanded I sit with him as he ate," I said softly, keeping my head down.

"His Majesty, King Oberon of Faerie gave me specific direction to make sure that you only eat at the servants' table. I believe my orders out rank yours, companion," he spoke the word with anger, as most of the servants did.

I flinched at his hate-filled words. Everyone else was silent. He outranked all of us, especially with his orders coming from such a high place.

"I'll wait while you eat Daphne." I told him, knowing I couldn't argue any further.

Daphne gave me a pitiful look as she headed towards the table. As Daphne ate, I stood with Basil while he washed dishes. He hummed a light tune as he scrubbed the dishes I recognized from the breakfast table.

"Kitchen Boy!" I heard Puck's voice echo through the kitchen.

"I'm here, your highness." Basil responded, begrudgingly.

"Kitchen Boy, tell Sabrina and Daphne that Mustardseed and I…" he stopped when he walked around the corner and saw me standing with Basil.

"Sabrina, why aren't you eating?" he asked me, his face scrunching up.

I looked down to his riding boots, a habit I developed over the years. Any time I knew he wouldn't like what I was about to say, I'd watch his feet.

"Answer me," he spoke firmly, crossing the room to stand next to me.

"His majesty ordered that I am no longer permitted to eat in the kitchen."

"Then where are you meant to eat?"

"At the servants table, while the royal family eats their meal."

"You are not a servant," Puck's voice was very tense and he balled his hands into fists.

"I'm a slave," I commented quietly.

This only upset Puck more. His fist slammed onto the counter next to me making me jump and gasp.

"You are not a slave!"

I flinched at his shout and dropped my head down further. I suddenly felt Puck's arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I stiffened, but it went unnoticed.

"You are not a slave, Sabrina," he whispered. "And I will not let you starve."

I nodded into his chest. Puck hated getting no response, but I did not want to speak. I felt him kiss my head then pull away gently.

"Mustardseed and I are going riding. We won't be back until lunch, so you'll need to eat with the servants until I can speak with my father," he said as he grabbed my chin and pulled my eyes away from his boots to look into his.

I only nodded again and he smiled lightly. He pulled my face to his and gave me a gentle kiss.

When he dropped his hand and pulled back, I smiled, wanting him to think I enjoyed his touch.

"There's my darling. I'll correct all this mess and you'll be back where you belong soon enough," He promised then took a step back.

I wanted to voice my opinion to him. Tell him the Crown Prince's orders would mean nothing when compared to the King's, and that he'd just be wasting his time. But I held my tongue. Puck didn't like to be confronted.

I spent the rest of the day in the library with Daphne, aside from meals, when I was forced to sit with the palace servants to eat. The food was bad, and I hardly got as much as I was used to. I would never have dreamt of complaining to anyone though. Puck would throw a fit, then the staff would dislike me even more.

Hours after dinner, Puck and Mustardseed came calling for us. I was becoming nervous, being away from him for so long. Rarely were we ever apart for more than a few hours. They burst through the library doors, laughing and roughhousing as they came in. Both their faces were red and their hair was tousled; no doubt they'd been outside. Snow was still lingering in Puck's hair.

"We've been told to scurry off to bed," Mustardseed spoke to Daphne once he and Puck stopped laughing.

"Big day tomorrow!" Puck shouted, running to me, picking me up and spinning me around. I forced a small laugh and tried to keep myself from getting dizzy as Puck set me back down.

"You'll never sleep. You're too excited," I told him as I steadied myself.

"I don't plan on it. You'll be staying in my bed tonight, Sabrina. Let someone try to keep you away from me!"

Mustardseed laughed at this, then turned to his own companion. "Come along, Daphne. We must be going to our quarters as well."

Puck said goodbye to his brother, then grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hallways to his suite. Before we could enter, we were suddenly stopped by the head maid. She used to be Puck's nanny, and then when he was no longer in need of her as such, she became a maid. Apparently, no one had informed her of this switch in duties, because she still always commanded Puck about. Something he rather despised, but dealt with.

"The companion is not allowed in your bed while you rest, Puck," her scornful tone rang through the empty corridor.

"I am Crown Prince Puck to you maid, you will not address me with such little respect. And furthermore, I do as I please, with whomever pleases me, whenever it pleases me," said Puck in his stern 'king' voice.

He'd gotten a bit out of control those past few weeks. He had always been stubborn, but then it was if he believed he was already sitting on the throne of Faerie. I'd never heard him speak so hatefully to his old nanny. Is that what awaited me when I was no longer needed as a companion?

The woman said nothing else, so Puck continued into the room, pulling me with him. The door was only closed a moment before he was pulling me close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I waited silently for the first kiss. It was always what determined the mood of the night. Puck

set the pace, and I was there to make sure it was as pleasurable for him as possible.

"I missed you at the meals. There Mustardseed's girl was, sitting next to him quietly. I've never seen her there without you beside her. I had no one to feed as I ate," he chuckled lightly as he traced his finger on my arm.

One of his hands found its way into my hair and started gently pulling the wavy golden locks. He loved my hair. He used to always tell me that when he was little, he dreamed of having a companion with pretty yellow hair. When he saw me that day in the cage, he was instantly drawn to me. He would always finish the tale of course, with what made his mind up, my eyes. He was always going on about my 'darling blue eyes'.

"Do you realize that today is the anniversary of the day we met Sabrina?" he whispered.

"I hadn't thought about it," I responded curtly.

Until he had spoken of it, I had not even considered that the day held a significance. Puck was never one to remember anything that did not involve solely himself. As a result, I never remembered anything that does not involve solely Puck. He was my world, literally. I never thought he would hold that day special. He never had before.

"Eight years ago today I saw you dressed in those awful rags, huddled in that damp cage. It's a wonder you didn't catch your death in there, though that was an uncharacteristically warm December," he began rambling, as he usually did when speaking of a memory.

"That was the happiest day of my life," I told him once he finished his rambles. Although it rang somewhat true, I still didn't like to say it. I would never admit that I'd wished for more out of my childhood than being a companion.

He smiled at my words and pulled me even closer to him.

"It was the happiest day of my life, too. I'm so thankful I didn't choose another girl when you were frightened."

I nodded into his shoulder, remembering that day all those years ago. The first time I ever saw Puck. It was the day he freed me from my cage, the day he gave me my name, the beginning of my servitude.

"You're the greatest thing in my life. You know that, right?" he asked me. I felt uncomfortable. Companions were not supposed to be treated like this. They were merely playthings.

Puck pushed my shoulders back gently so I was staring into his eyes. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Puck," I whispered. He smiled, and I forced a smile back.

"Good girl."

He kissed my hair again and, grabbing my hand, lead me to his bed. I got on, without hesitation and laid down in the center. Puck smiled at my actions and crawled over to me. He straddled my waist, then brought his lips down to meet mine in a slow and gentle kiss.

Slow and gentle, almost loving. That's how this night is going to be.


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