Offered to the lycan Kings

Chapter 14

The next few days it was relatively quiet in the kingdom During this period of tranquility, Elena diligently fulfilled her duties to the kings within the castle. Despite the persistent tension stemming from the heightened border patrols, there were no recent incursions, providing a temporary respite from immediate threats. Sitting on the cold stone floor of the throne room, Elena listened intently as King Draegan announced an upcoming celebration. The event would be a grand affair, inviting leaders and delegates from various lycan nations to the castle. Summoning a pair of guards, King Draegan instructed them to spread the message to the leaders of other lycan nations, ensuring that the invitation to the upcoming celebration was delivered promptly. As King Draegan ordered Elena to join the other servants in preparing the castle for the celebration, Elena couldn't help but feel tense. She knew that some of the slaves harbored resentment towards her, thinking she was the king's favorite. She wondered how they would react to being ordered to work alongside her for the event. King Alaric summoned the head slave in charge a slim beautiful woman who had her head bowed and said you called for me my king King Alaric nodded and said, "Yes, we have a task for Elena. She will be assisting in preparing for the upcoming celebration. Make sure she's given appropriate tasks, and ensure there are no issues with the other servants." The women said as you wish as Alaric told Elena to go with her Elena obediently followed the head slave, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety about working with the other servants to prepare for the celebration.
Elena followed behind the head slave, keeping her head bowed to avoid making eye contact with the other servant women. She couldn't help but sense the hateful glares directed at her. She wondered how they would react to being ordered to assist her, especially considering the resentment some of them harbored, thinking that she was the king's favorite. When they arrived at a room, the head slave opened the door and instructed Elena.
"You will cut up every potato and prepare the other products in this room. The kitchen needs to be fully prepared for the celebration," the head slave said. Elena wanted to inquire if she would have any help, given the enormous amount of work before her. However, judging by the room's size and the resentful glances she received, she knew she would be doing it alone. As she stepped into the room, the head slave closed the door behind her, sealing her inside to face the overwhelming task in solitude. The stifling atmosphere left her with no choice but to focus on her work, all the while trying to avoid confrontations with the resentful servants surrounding her. While Elena diligently worked on cutting up the potatoes and preparing the products for the celebration, her mind wandered to thoughts of her parents and the villagers who had essentially handed her over to the kings. She couldn't help but wonder how they were faring back in her homeland, especially the other omegas. Her heart ached with a mix of nostalgia, worry, and a longing for a simpler life she had known before becoming entangled with the lycan rulers. Yet, her duty compelled her to continue her work and suppress those thoughts for now, as the preparation for the upcoming celebration required her full attention. As time dragged on, Elena's arms grew sore from the repetitive work of cutting up the products. Her stomach grumbled with hunger, and a sense of isolation began to weigh on her. No one had come to check on her progress or to offer her any assistance. The room felt increasingly stifling, and she longed for a break or at least a word of acknowledgment from someone. However, she knew that her role as a servant meant that her needs and discomforts were often overlooked. She continued to work diligently, hoping that her efforts would be enough to earn her a reprieve. Time passed, but Elena had no way to track it. Her arms grew sore, and hunger gnawed at her. No one had come to check on her progress or inquire if she needed anything.

Eventually, the door swung open, and the head slave entered. She examined Elena's work and appeared satisfied with the progress. Elena wondered aloud who would be responsible for taking the products to the kitchen. The head slave assured her that the others would handle it. With that, they left the room, leaving Elena to contemplate her next task as they headed toward the ballroom." As both of them entered the ballroom, Elena couldn't help but be amazed by the sheer size and beauty of the room. However, her awe was short-lived as the head slave soon gained her attention again. She informed Elena that her task was to ensure the ballroom was spotless.
Elena stood there, shocked and stammering, as she realized she was expected to clean the entire room alone. She hesitantly voiced her concern, saying, "Alone? I'm cleaning this whole room by myself?"
The head slave glanced at her, annoyance evident in her expression, and replied curtly, "Yes, this room must be spotless by the time I get back." With that, she left Elena standing there, knowing full well that this task would likely take her all night. Elena began cleaning the room diligently, working from top to bottom. She scrubbed and polished every surface until her arms grew completely numb. Hours passed, and she continued her work, determined to meet the head slave's expectations.
Later on, the head slave returned and inspected the room. To Elena's relief, she found that Elena had completed the task to her satisfaction. The head slave told her, "You may leave now."
Elena, utterly exhausted, got up with great effort. She stumbled down the hallway, heading toward the king's bedchambers. As she entered the room, she noticed that her spot on the floor was prepared. With her last reserves of energy, she stumbled towards it and collapsed, falling into a deep sleep from sheer exhaustion.