ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ || Judar x Reader

|ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2|

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*9 Years Later*

"(Y/n), fetch me a bowl of fruit. You know how I like it." You bowed your head slightly before looking back up.

"Yes, Master." Then you walked towards the kitchen. This is how your life has been for the past nine years. Same master, same needs, same rules, same punishments. You had no understanding of which country or empire you were in as no one spoke about that stuff around you, being extra cautious with information. You were one of the personal slaves, and as far as you remember, you were basically a gift to the eleven-year-old boy for his birthday. It was his parents' twisted way of saying 'Happy Birthday,' by handing you over to him.

When you had come along, he already had two other personal slaves, a girl, and a boy. You and the other girl got along as she acted like the older sister you always wished you had. Her name was Isidra and she was about a year older than you, eighteen at the moment. She was very beautiful. Long red hair, sparkling blue-green eyes, and pale skin. She would often compliment you on your looks, your physique, your hair, everything. When you had first come along, she showed you everything, helped you get comfortable and even took care of you.

It was also quite easy to tell that your master took great pride in both of your looks, forcing you two to wear belly dancer outfits that exposed your midriffs. Although you were slightly happy that you would no longer have to wear the long, torn and dirty white dress, when you stepped outside for the first time and you felt all the eyes of the many noblemen on you, you were beginning to wish for the dress. Specific outfits were given to you both, yours a plethora of red and oranges while Isidra's consisted of blues and greens. The outfits seemed quite common in the area you were in which was your only hint as to where you were. However, your master has you both wear chains around your ankles, separating you from the other people dressed the same.

There was also the personal male bodyguard Sayer. He was a large man who had quite the frightening look, but you were not so afraid of him as you are a warrior from the Serpantina Empire, trained to fight the largest of beasts. That is why your master keeps both of you by his side, two fighters to his disposal. Nobody dares mess with a man who has the strongest Serpantina warrior at his command. For you specifically, people weren't so suspicious, assuming that you were there to make your master look better, just another pretty slave like many of them. There were a few hints to what you were, but for people to truly know they would have to ask, and then their view of you would change now knowing you were from the Lost Empire.

You walked into the kitchen ready to fill a bowl with many different fruits, but the more you looked, the more you realized that you all had no more fruit. You let out a sigh before placing the empty bowl on the counter and entering the room where your master was last seated, waiting for your return. When you walked in, said man looked at you in confusion, taking notice of your empty hands.

"Where is my bowl of fruit (Y/n)?" he questioned annoyed.

"I'm sorry Master but we seem to be out of fruit. We should head to the market immediately for this is the time that most of the items will be freshest." You said, keeping your eyes on the ground. You found it ironic that you were now referring to people as 'Master,' having to hate it when you were called the title, begging to be called by your first name. You really couldn't understand why people thought that they had the right to be titled 'Master' when they don't deserve it. Your master sighed in annoyance and got up from his seated position.

"Fine. I guess we'll go. ISIDRA, SAYER, COME WE ARE GOING OUT!" he shouted. Not even three seconds later, both came running into the room.