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Chapter 3

My heart was racing as Prince Arthur was pushed forward and lightly bumped into me.

He cleared his throat and said "Sadly I am as full as I can be. With the delightful feast my soldiers threw for me as a pre-victory party."

"Just a sip" his father insisted.

He slid back to his father and I overheard him saying "She's far too weak father"

"Whatever you say, my son" He paused. "Anyway, since my son's too full, let us all head to the tables as we are served some of the delicacies of our kingdom."

I was starving but I knew better, that slaves, especially prisoners of war were either not served at all or are just given leftovers.

I might not consider myself a perfectly prim and proper princess but help me God for I will not even touch leftovers. It was not just the matter of my pride. It was just disgusting.

I had limped myself off of the stage.

Everyone ate as I watched or mostly just stared blankly as the prince had given me instructions not to look at anyone in the eye.

I wouldn't have listened to him though but it's not like I was listening to him now either.

I was doing what I would've done even in normal circumstances.

These immortals might not feel exhausted after a battle but we humans surely have a thing called fatigue.

Right now, I was a victim of it.

I sighed.

Almost half asleep, at 4 am, the party winded down. The shouts of the drunk soldiers, the screams of the slaves victims to the vampires sharp teeth's and the noise from the clinks of glasses as toasts were made finally settled down.

Someone nudged me on the arm and I looked up to see Jenny.

"About time." I mumbled.

"We're going to the kitchen to eat, let me take you."

"I am not going to eat leftovers, show me to my chambers if you please, I would like to take rest now."

It might have been my high princess tone or my words but it seemed to tick her off as she said "Who do you think you are little one?"

She seemed small to posses such temper. Then again I have been trained professionally to observe and take personality analysis.

"Umm-" I didn't know what to say. What did she mean by that?

I was cut short by the prince and Jenny bowed and gave way.

"If you'll follow me.." he started but let the sentence hanging as he looked over at Jenny.

I nodded and followed him as he walked away.

Once again we came into the prince's chambers.

He took me to the long table with a fruit basket in the middle.

His room was one fancy room.

There in the end of it, near the head chair lay a plate full of untouched food.

"Eat" he said, more like commanded.

I kept staring at him straight in his eyes and he sighed.

My eyes were a very intense color of green. One couldn't look into them for long or resist what I had to say. They were said to be hypnotic. Or so I was told.

At least some of the witch traits were inherited by me. Witches were known for their hypnotic effect. Only if I knew magic I wouldn't be here.

My train of thoughts broke when he chuckled nervously and said "It's not poisoned."

Too sleepy and hungry I did as asked. Why was he nervous?

Though I was very hungry and thought I could gulp all this food down in one go, I refuse to do exactly that.

Slowly I picked up one of the pair of folks and knives.

Sitting as straight as I could, gingerly I cut out a small piece of steak and placed it in my mouth.

The taste was incredible but I felt bile rise in my throat as I pushed it down. I was eating enemy food. But I had to survive. I just had too.

I took another one slowly.

He took out a paper and quill while residing in the chair next to me and sketched something with his left hand that left me interested.

I paused and said "You're the first prince I have seen who writes with his left hand"

He suddenly changed hands. "Oh, you're not supposed to tell anyone I wrote with my left hand"

"Why?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Are you seriously asking me why?" he said tilting his head right facing me, pressing his left hand to his forehead with his elbow resting on the table and a smile playing on his lips as his right hand lay playfully on the sheet with the pen.

I stayed quite. Of course I knew.

He sighed and smiled again "I was a lefty and I was punished till I learned how to write with my right hand. It's a royal rule isn't it?"

"Yeah.." I said as I took another bite and gulped it down.

Then I saw my left wrist that still had a scar on it.

"See this?" I pointed to it. "It's not another battle wound. My father was strict when it came to the code of royalty."

He took my wrist in his hand and lightly traced it with his index finger as he examined it.

His gentleness didn't escape my notice. To think he had killed so many with just his gentle hands. Hands of a killer. He is a monster. That's just part of his charm.

I snatched my wrist away remembering what a cold blooded man this person was.

"Sorry" he mumbled.

"What for?"

He was silent for a while as I looked at him with a steady gaze "Everything"

With that he turned his eyes away to what he was doing on the paper.

After I was done he had apparently drew me a map of the castle to tell me where the slave's chambers were.

He actually apologized for not getting me a royal chamber and that he couldn't do anything outside his own chamber.

He also explained Jonathan's lab to get my wounds treated tomorrow morning.

I helped him out of his armor and made my way to my chambers.

No matter how he treated me, he was also a royalty like me and while I might not have liked being spoiled he surely was. And now I was his slave. Just great.

I exited his room and also the west wing of the castle through huge double doors.

Half way in the concrete deserted lane I had an impulse to look up as I had the feeling as if someone was watching me.

I wasn't too happy that all I inherited from my witch background were feelings and the eye effect my eyes had.

Whenever I felt like someone was watching me I knew someone was watching me. I could also predict people's next moves.

I looked so see a huge window up covered with the familiar curtains off the prince's chambers.

No doubt he was looking down at me as his curtains swayed just enough.

I smiled to myself. I'm not a kid. He doesn't need to look after me. I'm his slave. That's all.

Amused that he had given me the passage that lead to my chambers that he could easily see I stopped to look at my maps bearing again.

That's when I heard two feet sluggishly move.

Looking up swiftly I noticed two drunk men.

What's with this empire? Seems like everyone drunk most of the time. Is it just because of their victory?

"Hellow princesssss" he hissed.

"Need help looking for your chambers?" the second one said.

They couldn't even stand on their feet properly.

"Or we could help you change princess" said the first sick pervert.

Will I ever get rest tonight?

What pathetic losers.

I sighed and changed my course without knowing where I was headed but before I could do it I felt a hand grasp my arm firmly.

They pulled me back with a yank and I knew that I shouldn't have underestimated them.

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