Magisterial • z.m.

vii

Ivory's pov.

I finally made it to the dining room.

I pushed open the door, to reveal a handsome man in front of me.

"You look lovely." He said biting his ample lips.

"Thank you." I said as I started to feel a heat wave coming at me.

He walked over to a chair, pull it out, gesturing me to sit.

I followed his trail and sat on the chair as he pushed it forward.

He paced over to the other chair, all the way at opposite end of the table.

As he sat he called over a servant to serve us dinner.

"Food shall be here any minute" he said as he was looking at me with that daring gaze of his.

"So tell me about your self." He said, indicating me to speak.

"Well I'm 17, that's about it." I told him, not wanting to go into too much detail.

"How about your parents?" He asked curiously.

"My mom died when she gave birth to me and my dad, he used to abuse me but that's in the past." I said looking down at my lap.

A few seconds of silence surrounded us, until the servant entered with the delicious food.

She served us our plates. Leaving us to eat in peace.

*

My fest finished with the Prince.

It was time to take off my dress and put on some comfortable clothes on.

I decided to wear a tank top and sweats.

As I finished dressing, I heard a knock on the door.

I went to go open it, to reveal Zayn.

"I came to put a bracelet around your arm. It's a tracking device." He said as he locked the bracelet around my tiny arm.

I looked at the silver bracelet, wanting to rip it off my arm.

"It's so you won't run away, also before I forget, we lock every slaves and servants doors at night." He informed me.

"Goodnight love" said Zayn, as he exited out the door, before I could even say anything.

"Goodnight" I said tiredly, closing my bedroom door.

I crawled sleeplessly into bed, pulling the covers up to warm me up.

I heard a click on the door.

I think they're locking it. I thought as I drifted off into a deep sleep.