Chapter 6: *THE KING*
"I didn't know that we let slaves into the dining Alex?."
His voice was just as she had imagined. Deep, velvety and soothing.
Damn these creatures.
When they locked eyes, Bethany felt like she could never stop looking into those golden shining orbs but what her master said next shattered everything.
"Apologies milord but I had come to offer this slave to you as a gift."
"What?." She turned to her master in shock and the king only lifted his brow.
"She lacks manners." He chuckled and Bethany gulped, maybe she was being a little bit careless now.
"I will take responsibility for her, I am the king after all." He spoke with certainty and Bethany bit her lips from saying anything. She really needed to control her mouth.
"Seat there." He motioned his head to the side of the dining and she quickly scurried there to seat down on the floor.
"Stupid thing!." A woman with high voice entered the dining and Bethany stared at her in curiousity.
She was an old woman, probably in her late seventies, dragging a girl who wore a similar cloth like her by a chain that was connected to a collar on her neck.
This was inhumane!.
"Take it easy on the poor human mother." A young man followed after, his hair dark as the night, his eyes deep black as coals and his teeth sparkled like the sun, he was an absolute beauty.
"Wait for me." A little boy that looked identical to the man except with chocolate brown eyes ran inside with a childish smile.
"Stop running Ivan." A woman with long brown hair and brown eyes adorned in an expensive black gown entered with grace. Her steps matching her sway.
The last person to arrive stood out from the rest. He had red short hair and eyes with an unfriendly frown on his face as he quietly walked to the dining.
He looked like trouble.
And finally, William entered, his face always having that smile that could ease her tense body. Bethany didn't know when she let out a sigh of relief.
The maids came in at ounce, serving dish after dish and only then did she remember that she hadn't eaten in days. She longed to have just one taste.
Just one bite.
Feeling someone's gaze on her, she turned to the direction but saw the king calmly watching his family members with no expression on his face, quite different from when she had first met him.
Truly, no one could stand to his beauty. His long black hair was tied in a low pony tail, his sharp golden eyes observing almost everything at once, his slender fingers tapping the table silently as though he were bored.
So this was what the enemy looked like. This was how the ruthless king looked like.
He must have felt her gaze on him because his eyes met hers for a fleeting second before he looked away casually.
"Serve her."
The whole dining became quiet when the king said this. All eyes turned to look at her who quickly bent her head.
"You must be joking." The old woman spoke, her eyes holding emense displeasure. Even the maid looked like she would be belittled if she served a slave.
"Do you I look like I'm joking mother?." He smiled, his eyes not showing any signs of backing down.
"Do not call me that." She fumed.
"Do not call you what mother?." He taunted and she hit her fist on the table angrily.
"Calm down mother, you know how our little brother can be now that he has the crown on his head." The man with black hair commented, regret etched in his tone.
"That old same little brother that you all bow down to now." The king smiled further as his brother glared daggers at him.
"He forgets that it's pure luck that brought him to the throne." The one with red hair chimed in and the rest at the table chuckled.
" Do you mean the same pure luck that had made a young village girl blame you for impregnating her, am I right brother?." The red haired man became silent as the king chuckled more.
"You're mouth will put you in trouble brother." The black haired man frowned at the king.
"At least mine is put into good use and not only to derive pleasure from other women." His smile widened.
"Apologies eve." His apology not sounding one bit sincere.
The beautiful woman didn't say anything as she stared down at her food sadly. It was the truth. Her husband had many mistresses even while they were married.
Bethany could only watch the back and forth discussion between the family members and was happy that she wasn't involved at all.
"Do you need a push before you do as I say?." He told the maid who quickly rushed to the slave who nearly drooled at the sight of food that was placed in front of her.
She didn't hesitate and gobbled down the food without a second thought until she felt that she was full.
She was done in a few minutes and almost rolled her eyes when she saw that the family members were still taking their precious time.
"Take her to my chambers Evelyn." He ordered the maid whose eyes widened on the mention of his chambers but still obeyed the king and came quickly to her front.
"Follow me." She smiled and Bethany stood up carefully, following the maid who led her out of the dining but not without glancing at the king whom she was shocked to see was looking directly at her.
Strange.
The walk to his chambers couldn't be described as a long one as that would be an understatement!.
Just how do these Royals do it?.
They went to turns upon turns to the extent that she thought the maid was lost until they finally arrived at a large golden door which the maid diligently pushed open, entering and she followed after.
"You don't have to feel yourself. You are not special." The maid finally spoke and she blinked in confusion.
"I don't actually care."
"Oh shut it. I know that a young girl like you can't wait for the king to come back as you know that it's his bed that you're going to next." There was jealousy evident in her eyes and Bethany couldn't resist the urge to laugh.
"I assure you that the last place I want to be is the king's bed."
"I know your kind. Sluts in sheep's clothing. I bet your mother taught you all you know." She smirked when she saw Bethany's expression change.
"My mother has nothing to do with this so keep her out of this." She frowned, her anger prickling at the surface.
"Your mother is a slut, you here m-" She screamed when a hard punch met with her face and she staggered backwards.
"I said do not involve my mother!." She took a step forward, her fist wanting nothing but to crush this maid's skull.
"Your mother is a sl-" She persisted and another punch met her face, this time knocking her out completely.
The chains dangled as she pulled her hand back. This chains were really holding her back
"Interesting. Now I want to to direct all that raw anger towards me." The king appeared behind her and a sly smile replaced her frown.
"With pleasure."
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