Chapter 4

The next morning

The sound of birds siging and the harsh rays of the sun wake me up from the best sleep I have ever had in my entire life. Rememering what had taken place yesterday, I sit out of a bed with a blush on my cheeks.

I let a male touch me down there and the king for that matter. Touching the side of my neck where I had been bitten, I feel bite marks. I hope this heals soon wnough as I would hate to gather attention to myself.

But........

Where was the king? He was nowhwere to be found. A wave of dissapointment and saddness hits nme. It feels like I have neen hit by a heavy carriage. But what was I to expect? He was the king of the Peon Kingdom. He was the most powerful man. He was an alpha and a king. There was no way he would waste his precious time with a human.

I am sure he has many females who are more beautiful than I am. I am small with ugly red hair and a freckled face. I have beem told by the other slaves that I looked like a child and that I was too innocent.

There was no way the king would care for someone like me. I should just be thankful that I did not get killed. Gently getting off the huge bed, I feel a little soreness in my princess parts but I ingore it.

I needed to quickly get to my duties before I get punished by the lady of the house. I hope I finished my work early today so I could talk to Peter. I am sure he is so worried for me.

I let my hair down to cover the bite marks I had on my neck and left the room.

At the entrance of the west wing, the guards gave me a disgusted look. Perhaps they knew what happened last night and feel annoyed that a mere slave like myself dared to do that with the king.

I need to quickly get back before I get into any more trouble.

On reaching the servant quarters, I am greeted with the relieved faces of the head slave and the other slaves.

"Thank goodness Rosanna, I was sure that you would be killed"

I guess the head slave was not as bad as I thought. Everyone looked really worried for me and it maked my heart strings thug. It made me feel happy that if one day, anything ever happened to me, there were people who would mourn and cry for me.

Giving a smile in return, our little momenot was interrupted by the head slave.

"Alright. Today, yiu will be helping out in the garden Rosanna. You will assist the gardners in getting water and fetching the tools they might need."

Lookin around, I see that everyone else had began to leave fot their various duty posts. I was actually relieved I wouldn't be cleaning any rooms today. I was lucky I was nit killed by the king but who is to say that I would have gotten out alive if it were another noble"

"Get to work!"

"Yes ma'm" I hurridely reply and make my way to the garden.

The garden was a very beautiful place that Lady Priscilla herself manages. From waht Peter told me the late madam of the palace, the Marquis's wife really loved the garden and it was his gift to her on one of their anniversaries.

I must make sure to do my work properly as the lasy was especially cruel and unforgiving. Ignoring the mild sore between my thighs, nI amke a quick work of fetching a bucket and bagan filling the drums with water.

The good thing about tending to the garden was that you get to finish you work early but the bad thing is that it was very tiring.

The well was quite the distance from the garden and one would need to go back to the well numerous times.

Picking up the bucket, I make my first trip to the well and come across Peter. It looked like he couldn't sleep all night.

I immediately felt so guilty. While my oy friend was up all night worrying for me, I would doing THAT with the king.

Spotting me, Peter came rushing towards me and engulfed me in a huge hug

"Oh my God!!!!!! Rosanna!!!!!! Where the hell have you been??!!!!! I thought you were imprisoned or worse dead!!! Thank God!!!!! The king spared you? You are hurt are you?!"

Not being able to control my emotions, I return his hug and I became a sobbing mess. I didn't know the main reason for my sadness. Was it because I had a close shave with death yesterday? or was it because of what happened with the king or perhaps it was because the king left me by myself in the morning?

I did not know but being in the familiar arms of my only friend was enough to make me cry. However, before Peter even had the chance to comfort me, we were interrupted by a thunderous growl.

Hurriedly separating from ourselves, we were greeted with the audience of the Marquis, Lady Priscilla and ........ the king.

I felt a little annoyed that the young lady had her body pressed to the body of the king. Was this the kind of woman the king liked?

Lady Priscilla was very beautiful and busty. The dress she wore did a great job of showcasing her cleavages. She had one makeup and her brown hair was flawlessly and professionally done.

She was adorned with the finest of jewelry and accessories. She looked every bit of the noble woman she was.

There was no way I could look like that. I was nothing but a slave.

I felt the urge to cry again but I knew that I must remained composed because one wrong mover could be mistaken for disrespect.

If a noble thinks that you have disrespected them if any way, you could be beheaded on the spot.

I and Peter immediately kneel with our heads bowed not dearing to look up or speak a word. But we were unable to evade the wrath of the young lady.

I was sure we were going to be at least whipped. I was such a horrible person. Not only did I make Peter worry, I was also going to cause him you get punished.

"How dare you filthy peasants disturb the walk of his majesty the king. You inferior stu-"

*Growl*

"You!! female human. Why do smell like the king?!" The lady bellowed.

Oh no.

She found out. She found out what happened with the king last night. I'm so dead.

Feeling myself tremble, I could not help the tears that ran down my cheeks.

"You filthy inferior little bitch. You stu-" Before she could hit me, she was interrupted by the king himself.

"Y-y-your majesty? Please do not worry yourself. Allow me to take care of these insignificant worms"

"GROWL!!!!!!!"

"You will do well to mind the way you speak to my mate female ".

The look on the lady's face was almost comical but I dare not laugh.

".........mate?"

"Your majesty?!!!"

"There is no way you can be mated to a mere human. I am the daughter of the Marquis. I am the highest ranking female in nobility. I have been groomed for years to rule by your side. You have been without a mate for centuries. How could this inferior thing poss-"

Once again, she was interrupted by the king

"Marquis! you will do well to warn your daughter as any insult to my mate is an insult to me"

"Forgive her your majesty, I will do well to properly correct her. Come Priscilla!"

Still in a state of shock and disbelief, she was carried away by her father. I and Peter remained on our knees.

It was then I felt two bulky arms pick me up.

"Princess, what's wrong? why did you not wait for me I. my chambers? Do you think you still bear the status of a salve? You are my mate and soon to become the queen of the Peon empire"

"B-but your m-majesty-"

"Call me Alexander Princess"

"But you are the king"

"You are my queen Rosanna. Only you have the privilege of calling me by my name" he said while kissing the bite mark he left yesterday.

That was enough to cause a wave of tingles to run down my spine. I couldn't help but to wrap my legs round his waist and snuggle into his chest.

"You must be that male that dared to rub his scent all over my mate"

Oh right! Peter!! The presence of this bulky werewolf had made me forget that Peter was still here.

"I am very sorry your m-majesty. I had no idea that Rosanna was your mate. P-please forgive me" Peter replied fearfully.

The king might probably punish Peter. I had to do something quickly!

"........Alex"

I couldn't continue because the king's red eyes turned black and his fangs bared at me.........