Zayn's pov.
Soon the dining room was filled with everyone, and still no Ivory.
Didn't I make myself clear?
Well I guess I didn't.
I excused my self from the table and went into the elevator, to the 2nd floor.
Ding. Blurted the elevator.
I made my self to the her bed room and knocked quite loudly, so she could hear.
I waited and still no answer.
I finally decided to enter without permission, after all, it was my mansion.
I found her sound asleep on her bed.
I made my way to her and tapped on her lightly, like if I could've break her.
She moved and flutter her eyes opened.
"Didn't I make my self clear? Come to the dinning room now!" I told her with authority.
"No" she said as she put a pillow on top of her head.
"Stop playing games." I said getting the patience out of me.
"Ugh, fine" she said as she got up and made her way out the door.
That's what I thought.
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Ivory's pov.
I'm sick of Zayn.
He's so bossy and so idiotic.
I'm so tired of being a slave.
Why me? Why me? I thought to my self as I was picking at my food, not even bothering taking a bite of the delicious desert in front of me.
"Goodness gracious! Eat something sweetie!" Squeaked the Queen.
"I'm not hungry. May I be excused?" I asked her politely.
"Yes, of course you may." She said dismissing me.
Zayn eyed me, but I could care less.
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Magisterial • z.m.
Hayran Kurgu120 years later, the Malik family becomes the rulers of England. Making Zayn, Prince Zayn. They make some changes into the world, 'For the better'. What happens when Ivory becomes his slave? © @zaynmoans