"Get up!" Kurt was roughly wakened by a foot in his side, "Get up, slave!"

Kurt opened his eyes and looked up into the face of one of the guards of his cell.

They called it a room, but it wasn't even close to that. Kurt just called it his cell, which, luckily, he didn't have to share with someone like some other slaves had to do.

"What time is it?" Kurt mumbled, not ready to get up from his so called bed just yet.

"Time for your training, so get the hell up! I won't repeat myself a fourth time."

Kurt mumbled and cursed under his breath as he lifted himself up from the hay that was used as his bed.

Before his father died, Kurt had never cursed before. Life on the street, no matter how short, and his stay here in this old dump had made him start doing it.

He was in his fourth week of training so it was almost over. At least if his trainer thought he had succeeded in the tasks.

They were actually pretty easy tasks to do...

They learned how to take care of their master without giving in to their own needs, learned how to hold in their orgasm because they weren't allowed to come until their master told them to.

They also learned wha to say and what not. They had to keep their opinion to themselves, unless their master told them they could speak freely; which was very unlikely.

They were treated like animals, no, even worse than that; they were treated like filth.

The reason why they did it was, according to them, because their master would treat them just the same.

It was true, most owner of slaves did treat their slaves as filth. Although there were a few exceptions.

Kurt really hoped his new master would be one of those exceptions, because he didn't know if he could keep his opinion to himself all the time and he didn't think he would like to be punished for it.

For the short time he had talked to the boy, who couldn't be much older than him, who was gonna be his new master, he seemed like a very reasonable guy.

Maybe he got lucky and got one of the nicer masters.

Although he wouldn't find out until he was there...

"Finn, have you made everything in order for Kurt's arrival?" Prince Noah questioned the Head of his slave group as they were waiting outside for said Kurt to arrive.

"Yes, my Prince, " Finn answered politely, it was about the twentieth time he had been asked that question, "Everything is perfectly in order."

Before Noah could answer, a little girl came running up to him, giggling and shouting his name loudly.

"Noaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Noah automatically bend down his knees to catch his crazy sister in his arms.

He lifted her up and twirled her around, which made the little girl giggle even more.

"You're crazy Noah!"

"I think you're the crazy one here, Sarah," Noah reprimanded his sister when he put her back down on the ground, "What are you doing here anyay?"

"I want to see your new slave," Sarah said excitedly, "Mom's coming too."

Sure enough, Queen Nora came out of the great doors of the castle, looking dashing as always.

Noah and Sarah both got the good looks from their mother, thank God.

"Hello mother," Noah greeted his mom when she was standing in front of him and kissed her cheek.

"Noah," she greeted back with a smile, then turned to the boy standing besider her son, "Finn. It's been a while. How are you, my dear boy?"

Finn made a very wide bow, even wider than he did in front of Prince Noah.

"Mylady," he greeted the woman, "It's a pleasure seeing you again. I've been doing well, thank you. Your son is taking very good care of me."

Noah held his hand in front of his mouth while Sarah just giggled out loud. Their mother gave them a smile and a wink.

"That's always nice to hear, Finn," she gave a short nod to the boy, then turned back to her son. "So, when is this new slave of yours arriving?"

Noah lifted his arm and looked at his watch, "He should be here soon. Will said miss Beiste will be coming as well."

"Who's she?"

"The owner of the slave auction hall just out of town where I bought Kurt. She's coming over to inspect the place. She actually doesn't know it's me who bought him, neither does Kurt, so they'll both be in for a surprise."

"Well, I hope he'll like it here."

"Don't worry mother, I'll make sure of that."

His mother didn't want to imagine in which ways her son will make Kurt like the place he'll be living at.

Knowing her son, they would be perverted things. On the other hand, Kurt was a bed slave, so that was the whole meaning of making him feel good, wasn't it?

Now she was really getting confused...

Just at that moment, a car drove up the, very long, driveway; informing Noah and the other's that Kurt had arrived.

Noah straightened out his clothes after handing his sister over at his mother, who took her place next to him with Sarah holding onto her hand.

Mike had been driving again, with a bigger car than last time because there would be more passengers, but still not the Royal car they use to drive Noah and his mother around with.

Mike stepped out first, opening the door for Will at the passenger seat, then the backdoor for miss Beiste and Kurt.

Both miss Beiste and Kurt looked flabbergasted as they took in the sight of the castle in front of them.

Never in the world had they thought that it was the Prince who'd bought Kurt, but apparently it was.

Noah stepped forward to his guests, a friendly smile on his face.

Miss Beiste made a bow, instead of a courtesy, and nudged Kurt with her elbow to do the same.

"Welcome to my humble home," Noah joked, trying to lighten the mood of the two shocked people in front of him.

"Prince Noah," miss Beiste croaked, quickly clearing her throat." If I had know it was you that day at the auction, then-"

Noah held up his hand to stop her, "I know, you would've acted differently. That's exactly why I came undercover and let Will take care of all the papers. Not only is he much better than me at that," he admitted, earning a smile and a grateful bow from his knight, "It also prevented anyone from knowing it was me. Except maybe my voice, but I'm glad it didn't give me away."

Miss Beiste and, especially, Kurt were still staring in awe at the castle.

Queen Nora took the occasion to step forward, little Sarah still on her hand.

"You must be Kurt," she spoke when she was in front of the boy, giving him what she hoped would be a warm, welcoming smile.

Kurt didn't speak, just stared at the impressive woman in front of him.

Miss Beiste had to nudge him again to make him at least bow for the lady.

"Your Majesty," he said quietly, even kissing her hand which made the Queens eyes widen for a second before smiling even wider and more genuine.

"You're a very charming boy, Kurt. I'm sure my son will um," she hesitated about what to say. Her little daughter was still at her side..."I'm sure he will be very pleased with you."

Kurt glanced over to prince Noah, seeing him wink at him. Then he turned back to the Queen.

"I surely hope he will, Mylady."

Queen Nora felt her daughter tug at her hand and realised she hadn't introduced her to Kurt yet.

"Ah, Kurt, I would like you to meet my daughter Sarah."

Kurt bend down on one knee, all knight like, took Sarah's free hand and kissed it, making the girl giggle and blush.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess."

The girl did a little courtesy, then looked up at her mother who smiled proudly down at her.

Noah took that as the cue to step in and smiled at his mother before stepping in front of her.

"Now, Kurt, would you like me to guide you to your new home?"

Kurt nodded, "I would love that, um..." he wasn't really sure how he should call Noah, who noticed this immediately.

"Just call me Prince Noah," then he leaned closer to the boy so he could whisper in his ear, "You can call me Master in the bedroom."

Kurt had to hold back a shiver at the husky tone of Noah's voice but he held his composure.

"I would love that, Prince Noah."

Noah smiled at him and nodded, "Very well," he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and ruffled his hand through his sister's hair as in a way to say goodbye to them, then he turned to miss Beiste. "If you would both follow me, please. Oh and miss Beiste, I would like to ask you something when we're there. In private."

Will raised his eyebrows at that but Noah just gave him a look that said to stay out of it so he kept quiet.

"Certainly, My Prince," miss Beiste answered with another bow.

Noah gave a grateful smile, then turned to Finn, "Finn, you can show Kurt around the house while I talk with miss Beiste."

"Of course, sir."

"Good. Shall we go then?"

Finn, Kurt and miss Beiste all nodded and followed Noah as he started to walk to the slave's house.

Kurt was lost in his thoughts while he was walking a little behind the others, knowing that miss Beiste was glancing over her shoulder a few times to keep an eye on him, but he didn't care.

He had never expected to end up with a prince...

Only he couldn't quite figure out if that was a good or a bad thing just yet.

Oh well, he just had to wait and see...