The dragon king

Chapter 5

       "I see you didn't follow my orders last night." The Princes voice rang in my ears, as my head lay against his chest. The soft rhythmic beating filling my ears. I didn't dare move as his hands rested on my lower back. I slowed my breathing pretending I was sleep again, I'd rather sleep then face the consequences of my actions.

   "You didn't even eat." He stayed silent for a few moments before speaking again. "I know you're awake, stop ignoring me, its never to early to bend you over." I peered up at him. My body froze realizing how close we were, immediately trying to scramble away, gripping the covers around myself then sitting upon my knees.

      "I'm sorry." I rambled out standing up. Slightly bowing to him before throwing the blankets off of myself. "I was- I'm sorry- so sleepy- sorry" He watched me as I backed up towards the door. Amusement playing upon his face. I reached behind me searching the door for the nob. I bowed one more time before leaving, happy that he didn't stop me as I ran out of his corridors.

    I immediately seen my schedule and started searching for the potatoes to make the soup for todays dinner. The huge grandfather clock in the kitchen showed 11 am. It was super late start to the day, but it's better than nothing and being punished again.

    I inwardly sighed as I remembered I was wearing the kings shirt and his trousers, hopefully the other slaves and maids didn't realize how nice it was for someone like me to me wearing it.

    "Do you need any help with those?" A tall blonde guy called from the side of me. He must've seen me struggling with the potatoes. I nodded as he came up behind me. My breath getting caught up in my lungs as he put his arms over mine instructing me on how to cut it properly. My back centimeters from his front.

    "See, just like that." He pat my forearm before walking back to the meat cutting it up also. I turned to call to him to thank him but before I could, I caught sight of the prince. He started at me from the door way, the head chef showing him todays menu. His eyes narrowed at me and his tongue poking the inside of his cheeks.

     I watched as his eyes went from me to the guy who was just helping me cut the potatoes into the right shape. A small smirk forming on his lips, his eyes seemingly going pitch black. I quickly turned away, trying to focus on perfecting the mini potatoes my hands shaking like crazy. I hissed as I cut my finger, the blood easily seeping through the cut.

    The blonde haired boy quickly noticed and came to my rescue with paper towels, wrapping them around my wound. "Are you okay?" He looked into my eyes, I was at a loss for words. I could feel the prince staring into my back.

"I'm okay." I nodded. "It hurts a bit but I'm okay." He held the tissue tightly on my finger.

    "Maybe I should chop the potatoes. You should just set the table after getting your finger wrapped properly." I nodded as he smiled at me, a genuine smile playing on his lips. He patted my shoulder sending me off. I flinched making eye contact with the Prince as he stood at the door. I put my head down as I walked past him.

     I could feel him walking behind me as I walked to the nursery. His dark aura covered the walls almost suffocating me.

    I softly knocked on the door with my healthy hand. The nurse immediately telling me to come in.

   "What's the problem?" Her eyes immediately went behind me, standing up and bowing to the Prince. I rolled my eyes. "Your highness." She ignored me and tended to him first.

    "I'm here with the boy, tend to his needs." She quickly nodded taking a look at my finger.

    "Oh it just needs to be wrapped quickly." She took what looked like a cloth and wrapped it around before securing it with what looks like glue. I sat in her chair as she logged the accident and date. I watched as the Prince stood in the door frame leaning on it. He was dressed fully in black, almost sucking the light out of the room.

   She nodded me off and stood to bow to the Prince as I walked out the room, he just ignored it and continued to follow me. I gasped when he slammed me into a wall, my back already sore from before. I let out a small groan looking up at him.

      His lips immediately attacked my neck. Soft moans fell from my lips as I gripped his shoulders for leeway. "Your highness I have to set the table." He gripped my hips pulling me closer. His mouth moved from spot to spot as he left love bites. "Please." I moaned out. "I'll be punished." I pushed at his shoulders.

"By who?" He spoke against my neck. His hands roamed down my waist before smacking my butt. "Only I have the power to punish you." He leaned away looking into my eyes.

   "Mine." He looked down at me before kissing my neck one more time, leaving me breathless in the hallway. This was better than a punishment I guess. I quickly gathered myself and walked to the dinning hall. Visiting kingdoms were here all week welcoming the Prince back. So everyday it was a huge banquette.

      I groaned throwing the spread over the table, a huge white cloth covering every inch. Making sure the chairs were in position and everyone sat in their correct spot  as more and more people filled the room. Some people eyed my neck or legs. I inwardly rolled my eyes, of course he'd mark my neck when the dining hall would be full of people.

      I smiled softly at the men and women not quite meeting their eyes as I ushered them to their seats. Feeling uncomfortable I quickly went to the slave corridors to put on a pair of jeans that were washed recently, and tied a white scarf around my neck, it was winter anyways so no one would over think it.

    I returned to the dining hall to see the king, and Prince already standing at the table. The commoners and other kingdoms listening to the kings speech as the princes eyes dashed around the room, skimming all of the maids and slaves faces, his father said something to him that he agreed to then they rose their glasses. Letting the king sit, soon following after in pursuit.

    I found the princes eyes and his eyebrows furrowed looking over my body clearly not pleased with my attire. He made a small motion of pulling something from his neck and dropping it, I clearly knew what he meant but chose to ignore it as I was called back to the kitchen to hand out plates.

    Each person was handed two plates and told which people to give it to, due to things like allergies and all of that. My dish was supposed to be given to two men about six seats down from the prince. Good enough to keep a nice distance.

     I sat the plates down lightly bowing getting ready to run away as the man gripped my wrist my eyes immediately flew to the Prince who was already looking at the contact.

   "Wow you're a beautiful boy." He gripped my chin Inspecting my face. I looked anywhere but him as I thanked him. "Is there any way I could have him to tend to my corridors for my stay?" He looked towards the king. Before the king could speak the prince was talking.

   "No his schedule is already packed." The prince eyed him, slowly sipping his champagne.

    "We'll then how much to buy him? Is he a slave?" I loosened myself from his grip.

   "How much are you offer-." The king was cut off by the man speaking.

"Ten gold bars." He spoke to the king.

   "He's not for sale." The prince spoke. Daring the man or his father to challenge him. "Ian go back to your corridors." He raised his finger from the top of his wine glass signaling me to leave. I stood there stunned for a second. "Now." His voice boomed through the hall with so much depth it felt like the walls shook. The room went silent as all eyes were on me. I quickly bowed before running back to the slave corridors. It wasn't that far of a walk, maybe half a mile. So it only takes like five minutes.

   I sat in there for what felt like hours before the other slaves came in throwing their used clothes into the baskets and retiring to their beds, bidding their good nights to everyone.

   I lay in my bed, sleep not coming easily as my bed was as hard as a rock. The princes bed was like sleeping on a cloud, I felt uncomfortable. I'd have to get used to it again.

    I heard the floor creek behind me as someone, tapped my shoulder. I almost jumped out of my skin seeing a knight before me.

      "The Prince wants you in his corridors." He pulled my blanket off of me, then stood me up. "Follow me quickly."

     I shook the sleep out of my eyes and slowly began to follow him.