ThE hEaRt Of A sLaVe (mPrEg) ( boyxboy) onhold

Part 4

EDITED..

Part four: The heart of a slave.

Things have been strange in the house lately, Prince Seth has been staring at me in a very strange and scary way and it has been a week since prince Ronaldo spoke to me in the kitchen. I sat in the garden this Sunday afternoon as the fall was fast approaching, I let my eyes close as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. I have been punished unjustly by Milan for the past two days now, I haven't eaten or slept all because of the mistake I made or should I say because I fell into Lady Julia's trap. I don't seem to know why she hates me so much but the feeling is mutual. Silence filled the air as the only sound heard was the chirping of the birds.

Lady Julia's POV ( yeah yah) 

I stared at that slave from my room window, he was so beautiful for a boy that it irritated me. I growled lowly so as not to wake my Ronaldo. When I first met that servant I thought he was a she and not a he. Gosh, can you blame me for suddenly feeling insecure especially when Ronaldo smiles or speaks to the slave? I know what you all are thinking, why was I so insecure about a male slave? Well, to answer your question, he was stealing my man and the ignorant idiot didn't even know it yet. Ronaldo was mine and nobody else's. 

I had to make him leave before I loose all my precious Jewelries, make up and shoes plus let's not forget the gowns and the title of princess or if possible, queen.

I do care about Ronaldo, because if it wasn't for him I would not be called a princess. As I looked back at that slave, his shoulder length hair shone under the reflection of the sun. I do wonder how he still looks so beautiful even as a slave. Geez, he disgusts me, I hate him so much.

"Hmmmmmm, baby girl what are you looking at?... Come lay beside me"  Ronaldo's sexy sleeping voice said as he patted the space beside him, I smiled and rushed to lay with him.  I could think of what to do to that slave later.

Later

I got a really good plan to make him suffer, I would have to do it tonight since dinner was going to be hot sauce with chips and roasted goose. I sat down beside Ronaldo as everyone got settled. Not long after sitting down the slaves rushed into the room to serve us our meal with strawberry cake for desert. The slave boy moved slowly, carrying the bowl filled with the hot sauce. As he was getting to drop the sauce beside the queen, the head of slaves made him slip as the hot sauce spilled on the fall and about a half of it got into his eyes and part of his body. Ouch! that would hurt so badly for days, I thought with a hidden devious smile on my face. 

"Oh my God, Sky!" a female slave rushed and helped the weeping boy who held in his scream. All in all, dinner was cut short due to the family doctor being called immediately as ordered by Ronaldo. That should keep the slave boy's paws off my man.

Sky's POV

My body and eyes hurt so bad that all I could hear was mumbling over the pain. I felt like I was being lifted up from the floor and carried by someone. Soon enough, I felt like I was being laid on my soft bed, my clothes were removed, I couldn't do anything to stop them because what I cared about at the moment was my body and eye. It felt as if my eyes were washed and my body cleaned. Then I was rubbed with something that was cold and soothing.  

"He needs to be bedridden for some days" the voice which I guessed belonged to the doctor said as I heard more mumbles before a hand caressed my head as I groaned.

"You would be fine soon" the voice said before I drifted off into a less painful sleep.

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