Azlyn had been working for Prince Reve for just over a month. She had become very adept at her new responsibilities and was enjoying working for the prince. She found him to be extremely different from any other master she had ever had before. He treated her like her feelings mattered, which was something that she had not experienced since being taken away from her parents twelve years ago. She was beginning to think that being sold to the palace was the best thing that had happened to her in a very long time.
There had been no further awkward moments between Azlyn and Prince Reve since that first day. Azlyn figured that it was probably better this way. She doubted that the prince had felt the same spark between them that she had experienced. Though she mused to herself about how funny it would be if she, a lowly slave, actually managed to win the heart of a prince.
"It would be like something straight out of a fairytale." Azlyn thought with a hint of a smile.
However, Azlyn quickly brought herself back to reality by reminding herself that her life was no fairytale. She would not end up with some happily ever after. Her life was to be one of misery until she finally met death. At least, working for Prince Reve had finally made things more bearable.
Azlyn had even managed to make a new friend. One morning, she had arrived in the kitchen several minutes early to fetch Prince Reve's breakfast. Being that she did not have anything to do at that time, she thought it best to wait. She saw a girl who appeared to be around the same age as herself. She was struggling with some of the dishes that she was carrying and Azlyn feared that she would drop them. Azlyn knew all too well what breaking a demon's property could lead to and she feared for the girl's safety. She rushed to her aid, grabbing a stack of plates out of the girl's arms, just before it fell.
"Thank you! You just saved me a terrible whipping!" The girl proclaimed in relief.
"Not a problem at all. I would hate to have not done something to help you and for you to have suffered for it." Azlyn assured her.
"Well, I owe you one. Not everyone around here is helpful like that. Let me know if there's ever anything that I can do for you. My name is Nissa."
"Nice to meet you, Nissa. I am Azlyn."
From that morning onward, Azlyn tried to make a point of arriving early to the kitchen for breakfast. She would help Nissa with her chores and they would share stories about their lives. Azlyn learned that Nissa was twenty-one years old and had been kidnapped at the age of sixteen from the human realm. She had been sold immediately into the palace and had worked in the kitchen since.
Azlyn felt extremely sorry for Nissa. Azlyn had never known what it felt like to be free, therefore, she did not know what she was missing. But to have been free and for that to be, suddenly, ripped away from you; Azlyn imagined that must be a fate worse than death.
Despite their terrible circumstances, it felt good to finally have a friend. This kind of connection was something that Azlyn had been missing for a long time.
Azlyn also discovered, through her friendship with Nissa, that she was apparently the envy of most of the slave women in the castle. The role of Prince Reve's personal slave was a highly sought-after position. Everyone knew that he tended to be kind. Not to mention, it did not hurt at all that he was extremely easy on the eyes. All of the women, as well as the demonesses, swooned when Prince Reve walked past them. It could even be said that he was, arguably, the best looking of all four royal brothers.
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My Demon, My Love...
Paranormal~*~*~ This was a demon whose eyes had seen the wasteful horrors of war; he had been to the depths of hell and lived to tell the tale. Now it was love that was ripping him to pieces. Love was the thing that was destroying his very being. ~*~*~...
