"I'm so sorry my dear "my mom said with tears in her eyes.
"It's ok mom, please take care of my brothers and my little sister" I asked honestly, my little sister was one of my strong reasons for accepting this, I didn't want her to suffer, I didn't want my family to suffer, they were so good people. They gave me their best while I was growing.
We walked out of the house and started our way to the slave's selling; it was in the middle of the town. When we arrived a guard asked us which family we were and started looking up in a paper he had in his hands.
"You're the Willington and this must be your daughter Arlene" my parents and I just nodded "Well, you're not going to be on the selling" he said calmly.
"What do you mean? I'm seventeen today" I asked confused.
"You're already sold, to our majesty the king Lutter, he had been keeping an eye on you since you were thirteen, you'll be the slave of one of his sons, I think" he replied " Now follow me" he demanded.
I couldn't believe it, my fate had been decided since I was thirteen, the king wanted me for one of his sons, this can't be good, I thought; I had heard too much rumors about the king's sons, and they were arrogant, spoiled and cruel. Oh god. I said goodbye to my family and followed the guard.
After a few minutes, we arrived...oh my god... I have never seen the Royal mansion before; when you're human you're not allowed to be in the royal territory unless you're a slave. It was beautiful, green trees all around, fountains with big statues, we went to the back door, and I guessed we couldn't go in by the front door, only royalty could. We went directly tothe king's throne.
"My lord" said the guard making a reverence. I imitated him. The king was pretty beautiful to be old, he had brown hair and hazel eyes and he was white as a paper, well he was a vampire.
"Oh sweet Arlene, you finally grow up!" he claimed standing up "You're beautiful, to wait all the years, had been absolutely worth it" I was nervous, I didn't believe in that nice attitude, he was known by his cruelness and coldness "Call Damon" she demanded to a slave, she looked younger than me. I was getting more and more nervous, I knew Damon was one of the king's sons, maybe he was going to be my owner. Suddenly a guy appeared from nowhere, he was next to the king.
"What?" he asked bored, yes the stories were true he was arrogant; but he was beautiful, he had dark hair messed up and deep-black eyes, his lips looked so soft and colored. Oh god what was I thinking. I shut my thoughts.
"This your new and first slave, I've been waiting a few years for her to give you a special slave my son" the king replied enthusiastic. I couldn't stop feeling special, there were a lot of more beautiful girls than me in the town but the king chose me.
"I told you I don't want a slave" Damon said distantly. It hurt me a little.
"You must have one Damon, look at her" the king pointed me. Damon looked at me; I couldn't stop blushing when I met his gaze. Suddenly I felt a slap on my face, it made me fall to the ground. It was the guard.
"You don't look to your superiors directly, ever, do you understand?" I nodded, tears started to fall down my face "Stand up" the guard demanded.
"You didn't have to hit her you should have explained verbally the rules first, how can she know that she's breaking one rule if she doesn't even know them" The king said, he was mad.
"My apologies, lord" the guard excused himself. Damon hadn't said a word. I was stand in front of them, but my eyes focused on the floor, so I couldn't see his face or what his expression was.
"Prepare her, tell her the rules and take her to my room" Damon said and I knew he had left the room. He didn't want a slave why did he agree with being my owner? It didn't matter.
