The Prince and His Slave (boyxboy)

Chapter Four

Camille

Prince Dorian stepped into the dining room and I followed close behind him. Instead of the table being set for close to twenty people like it had been last night, today there was just two place settings at complete opposite ends of the table.

The prince's uncle was already sitting in the seat he had been the night before. He had no slaves with him, it being only him, the prince, and me. His eyes tracked us as the prince took my hand and led me to the place set for him.

He pulled up a chair for me because there wasn't one already beside his. No one had been expecting me to attend this lunch and I could tell from his uncle's expression that it wasn't a pleasant surprise.

The prince and I sat down and he made sure I was pulled close to him. He brushed at my hair that was still a little crazy from riding and I self consciously brushed at it as well.

"Thank you for joining me, nephew," his uncle finally spoke.

My eyes flicked to him, but I lowered my head. Prince Dorian rubbed my back and said, "Well, it was made clear that you wouldn't take no for an answer."

His uncle smiled, then looked at me. I quickly lowered my gaze to my lap.

"I'd heard you requested to have breakfast in your room from now on."

I wondered if Bastian had truly told the prince's uncle exactly what Prince Dorian had said about the matter.

"Yes. But don't worry, dear uncle, there are still two meals of the day that you can use to share your sharp wit and fascinating conversation with me."

I looked up to see that the prince had a wicked smirk on his face. He wrapped his arm around me, hand landing on my hip and he squeezed lightly. I chanced a glance at his uncle and his lips were set in a hard line.

Did every meal with them go like this? I was curious as to why the prince hated his uncle so much. He wasn't an entirely likable person I had to admit that. He seemed a little creepy and definitely wasn't handsome. But so far I hadn't garnerd any knowledge as to why the two didn't get along.

Servants started to bring out the food and that gave us a reprieve from the uncomfortableness that had transpired so far.

The meal consisted of a hearty beef stew with lots of vegetables and freshly made bread that was still warm from the oven.

The prince fed me a few bites before he ate a little himself. I could feel his uncle's eyes boring into us so I didn't look up. I kept my gaze on either my lap or the prince.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes as he fed me spoonfuls and he gave me a small smile. He leaned towards me to whisper in my ear, "Good boy."

I turned red immediately and looked down at my lap again, but there was unmistakable smile on my face.

Only a moment later, the prince's hand slid under my garment and up my thigh. My lips parted in a soundless gasp. He was looking at me out of the corner of his eye, smirking.

He rubbed his fingers back and forth across the smooth, soft skin of my inner thigh. He used his other hand to eat and kept his soothing touch.

The prince's uncle cleared his throat and I flicked my eyes up. "Dorian, you seem quite taken with your pet," he said.

"I don't see how it's any of your business," the prince all but grunted.

His uncle's eyes narrowed the slightest bit. "You have brought him to our private meal. I think I have the right to ask about him." He smiled and the prince gripped my thigh, causing me to bite my lip. "Maybe since we are alone now you will share with me why you are so attracted to him when you have dismissed all boys before without so much as a glance."