Royalty

The clean up

"maybe you should stop acting like a slut and start acting like a slave." Mary says as she puts her leg on Kate back, making her face fall on the ground.

We were ask to wash up all the floor or the castle and the castle being really big, it was taking us forever and we hadn't had any food.

Kate groan but continues with cleaning the floor with the towel even when she looked like she wanted to kill Mary.

"Are you trying to be a boss here!" Mary ask Kate as she noticed Kate expression.

"No." Kate said with her tight tightly closed, looking exhausted.

I look at Meryl who was smirking while washing the floor hard, like watching Kate being tortured was a energy source to her.

I look back at Kate then heard footstep from the stairs.

The footsteps stooped and I turn to look at the stairs to find Harry leaning on the wall with his arms folded.

"Ah! Mary, the touch lady." Harry says and Mary quickly turn to Harry, bowing down with Kate and Meryl.

"My lord." Mary says and turn to me looking at me furiously, I have her a questioning look, mouthing "what."

"Stand straight, I do not like looking at your heads." Harry says irritated.

"Of course my lord." They all stood straight and mary gave me a glare before standing up.

"You didn't bow Natasha." Harry says with a smirk while biting his lips.

"I didn't want you to look at my head Harry. I didn't want you to feel irritated." I hiss with a fake smile.

"Respect!" Mary snaps at me and I quickly bow my head, before getting hurt by this woman.

"Leave her alone Mary." Harry says walking to me. "She just doesn't want me to feel irritated, at least she knows what a man likes."

I look up at Harry irritated.

"Of course, I surely know what a boy likes."

"A man." Harry corrects.

"Yes, a manly boy." I say with a fake smile.

"A manly man."

"A manly wannabe man." I say raising one eyebrows challengingly but instead of Harry getting mad, he laughs.

I furrow my face, confused, what was so funny.

He continues laughing, his dimples popping out.

He then stops and just smiles at me.

I look at him questioning and just stare at him confused at why he kept staring at me, I finally look away making sure my hair covered my face.

I heard him clear his throat.

"Well, where is dinner, father would be down soon and you know what will happen if dinner isn't ready by the time his here." Harry says walking to the dining.

"Of course my lord." Mary says then turn to us. "That's enough, go back to your rooms." Mary orders us and we quickly stood up.

"Natasha." Harry says and i groan before slowly turning him.

I look at him waiting for a answer to why he is calling me.

"Stay." He says and i wanted to curse around. Bloody hell!

"Well.. I guess Natasha stays." Mary says looking at me irritated then turns to the others. "Well you two, start leaving, the king would soon be here and one filthy slave is enough as a presence." He says, gesturing to me.

I hold in my desire to just punch and Just look at Harry angrily.

"What Now." I say irritated.

"Come here first." He says playfully.

"Stop playing games Harry." I say seriously.

"I am being serious." He says with a smile.

"I do not want to." I say and he frowns.

"Come Now or I will f.ck you tonight, on my bed." My eyes bulges and I look at him with a 'are you serious look's

"How could you say that! That's rude and disgusting." I say annoyed.

"You think I can't?" He asks and I kept quiet and sigh." You know I can Natasha and I know you want me to." He smirks.

"Of course I don't want you to." I defend immediately.

"To what." He asked amusedly.

"To do that stuff."

*What stuff." He smiles.

"To lay with me." I bite my lips.

"In what way?" He said obviously playing with me.

"In a sexual way."

"And what do they call that, when you lay with someone sexually."

"Are you that stupid." I fold my arms.

"Maybe, maybe not. So what do they call it Natasha."

"I do not want you to have sex with me." I finally say feeling really annoyed, panting heavily.

He smiles at me then looks at me up to toe, making feel insecure.

"Say fuck Natasha."

"I don't want to."

"And I will let you go, with food and water for you and your two friends." Meryl isn't my friend, but if just one word could feed all of us, then who am I to feel like it is a hard task when we are literally starving.

"Fuck." I emeditely and fastly say.

"Slower."

"Fuck." I say slowly this time.

"Fuck Natasha, your so fucking hot." I look away blushing hardly and trying to ignore the feeling in-between my thigh.

"Can I go now?" I ask.

"Yes." He says then stood up grabbing some fruit and bread from the table and walking towards me.

I move back as he moves forward.

"Stop moving back Natasha."

"Stop moving forward."

"I want to give you food." Harry says and I stopped moving.

He moves forward and so close that our lips almost touched, making my breath itch.

Once he placed the food on my arms, I quickly move away and walk away from him, leaving him behind.

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