Chapter 11: Blood Servant
Looking out the broken window, Aleksander snickered with his idea.
He will rip the slave in pieces and announce her dead by the next day… or should he do it next week? Would it look suspicious if his new wife would die suddenly?
The bastard prince wondered.
Will he earn the ire of the king if he killed his wife? Or will the king laugh it off like the crazy lunatic he was? The king did specifically choose the woman as his son's bride as a joke in the first place.
Aleksander's head ached.
This was going to be one hell of a week for him. Aleksander took off his shoes and coat and just had them sprawled all over the floor.
He still couldn't get over the fact that he was being forcibly coerced to marry a slave. He rubbed his temples as he had lain on his bed.
A knock came up on Aleksander's doors after several minutes from when Henry left. "You have called, your highness?" A girl's meek voice slipped through the crevices.
"Come in," Aleksander said in an irritated voice.
The blood servant entered the bastard prince's chamber and Aleksander noted there was an undeniable tremble in her movements.
She knew what was coming to her when the prince calls for her in his chambers.
Davika does come in and out of the chamber every once in a while, but only on the occasions that Henry orders her to clean.
She noticed the room had been littered with broken things, but her instructions weren't anything related to cleaning the mess in the prince's chamber at all.
This time around, Henry didn't tell her to clean the master's chamber. And there was only one thing that was meant for her to do in this house other than to keep its cleanliness.
The lock on the door clicked as Prince Aleksander flicked his wrist without much passion. Just as easy as that, the bastard prince can move anything with his mind.
The girl stood straight where she was. "What may I help you tonight, your highness?" she asked.
Aleksander shuffled in his bed, and the tiny girl noted how he gracefully rolled over to his side and looked at her with predatory eyes.
"You know very well why you are here, Davika." He said, his voice full of primal hunger, "Take it off, and come over blood servant."
The blood servant took her time. She had served the vampire prince for almost five months now, but she still hasn't quite come to be fond of his rough ways.
As her dress slid down in a soft thud on the floor, the lightning from Aleksander's broken window flashed on her pale arm full of scars.
Vampire bite scars.
The other vampires that she once served had enough blood servants to make them go on rounds. This gave them ample time to heal before they were called for another feeding.
It was only now that she served Prince Aleksander had she acquired scars on her body because he didn't have other blood servants aside from her. Henry was out of the question, as the man was not young anymore and his blood wouldn't pass for consumption.
Pathetic.
The bastard prince didn't have enough to buy a second blood servant whereas the others had tens and hundreds. Even as he was called a prince, he neither lived as one nor had he been given the chance to.
The blood servant hated serving Prince Aleksander. She had been happier to serve the other nobles to be honest. In the least, she was able to heal before she was bitten again.
The noble she had served the last time had actually taken a fancy with the smell of her blood, and Davika had been lavished with things most blood servants can't have.
She lived a great life there even if she had to feed vampires with her own blood.
But then the senior blood servants got jealous of her and took it upon them to tarnish her reputation. So here she was, serving Prince Aleksander as punishment.
She didn't even steal that piece of jewelry!
The blood servant slowly tiptoed around the broken glasses from Aleksander's earlier fit.
She took off everything for the vampire prince, her dress, her shoes, everything she barely owned for herself.
Davika will have to make do with what she has right now. If she could get the bastard Prince to fancy her, perhaps he will grant her request for transfer.
She had heard from her fellow blood servants that the bastard prince never had one blood servant for a long time.
All of them left him before a year ended, and most of the time it was because he himself dismissed them. Davika didn't want to wait that long.
She can't take the scars on her arm and other parts of her body. It was not beautiful at all. And if she continues serving Prince Aleksander, what would happen to her then?
Come to think of it, they never heard from the blood servants that served the bastard prince before. It was as if they had just vanished after serving him.
The servant stood in front of the prince in all her naked glory, exposing her tiny physique and everything in between. There was also another way to feed the vampires, and that would be pleasures of the flesh.
He told her to undress, but Davika had never been able to give the prince that kind of service since she began serving him several months ago. Perhaps his anger with the slave bride had made him take a look at Davika.
Could this be her chance?
The girl turned around, swaying her hips and making her dark brown locks dance with her movements. What would the prince want this time around?
The prince pulled her in, and with a swift movement, had Davika lay on the bed with him on top of her.
Davika sucked in air, as she was left speechless with the prince's sudden attack. She smiled sweetly, and then said, "I am yours to take, your highness. Drink away."
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A/N: Davika isn't forced here y'all. She likes her job as a blood servant, but not exactly for Aleksander. Please don't attack coz this not grapes fruit juice scene! She is more cunning than you guys will think. She's not innocent at all lolol
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