It Begins

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Eri POV

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see that I was no longer in the dungeon. I was in a lavish room with stone walls. I was laying on a bed with dark red silk sheets. I sat up slowly on the bed and looked down to see that I no longer had a worn torn up dress, but I had a new black night dress made of smooth material.

As I began to fidget with the hem of the dress a man walked into the room without knocking. I jumped and slid back so I was sitting against the headboard of the bed. "Well that's no way to react to the man that saved you," the man said with a devilish smirk.

"Um, thank you, sir" I said not sure what to say to this man.

"You will address me as Your Majesty," he said with a bit of a growl.

"Thank you, Your Majesty"

"Much better, now, we need to talk about what you are doing up here"

"Does this mean you're gonna make me one of your slaves? I thought you had to "perfect" us before we could come upstairs"

"Well your situation changes things a little," he brushed my hair behind my ear before whispering "your gonna be by my side for now on"

"What? What does that mean?" I asked, confused.

"You'll see, now make yourself presentable, there's clothes for you in the bathroom." He then promptly stood up and left the room, leaving me with no other instruction.

I sat there, confused, for a few moments before I realized who exactly i had just been talking to. The only "Your Majesty" that was present in the castle was the prince, and I had heard no good things about him. From what I've heard, I was just assigned to serve the cockiest bastard in all of the kingdom.

I jumped off of the bed and walked into the bathroom connected to the side of the room. I took a long shower, thankful for the warm water. After I dried off I examined the clothes that had been left on the counter for me. There was a pair of black pants and a small royal blue crop top. I quickly braided my long black hair and threw on the strappy heels that accompanied the outfit. I examined myself in the mirror before exiting the bathroom to see a royal guard waiting for me.

"The prince has been waiting for you," he said leading me out of the room.

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