Chapter 5: Slave, Better than a Lady Luna

Riona POV

"No! Let go of me. I'm not the cho~" My scream was cut off when I heard a loud thud. I thought someone just fell on the floor or that someone was me. My feet got knotted with the white duvet that covered my body. As I abruptly got up, bewildered while sitting in a side-saddle position, my hands held the edge of the white mattress, wandering eyes meandered the wide room. Beads of sweat soaked my forehead. I heaved a sigh of relief when I thought I was just having a nightmare. But where was I this time?

"This isn't the room a while ago!" I whispered talking to Friya, my wolf that suddenly roared inside me.

I knelt, my palms pressing the covers. My legs hurt when I tried to get up and a soft groan fled my mouth. I clutched the neckline of my new outfit I failed to notice at first. My fingers ran through its soft fabric as I slightly twirled. A simple adulation from a young lady as my awestruck eyes scanned its design. White cotton sleeveless nightgown with tiny sunflower ruffle. My cleavage blossomed on the neckline which was not revealing but not too low-key either. The tip of my fingers held its flowing hem as my foot tiptoed. It didn't cover half of my legs. It almost reached my thighs. But I liked it a lot. I looked sexy and tempting. My mind nudged me, the white dress that the high priest in Victor's kingdom ordered me to wear was also beautiful but I felt suffocating wearing it. While this one, I sensed freedom.

"Friya, it's beautiful!" I whispered like a little princess.

My eyes caught a reflection I almost jumped to my feet when I saw myself in a full-length mirror. I gasped as I ambled to see my twin more. I looked stunning. Simply stunning. I thought I was just daydreaming when...

A soft knock came at my door and a woman's voice was next. I stared at it listening to the constant rhythm of the thump, my feet nailed to the floor. I was hesitant to move but who was I to feel this way? I didn't own this place. I was just a...Slave!

"Miss, it's time for your dinner!" the voice of the woman rang to my ears one more than. Her impatient tone startled me as I gently responded to her call.

"Wait, please!" I uttered while my feet paced to the floor without a sound. As I slowly opened and my face met her gaze. Based on the wrinkles at the corner of her eyes and some strands of white hair, I could guess, she was a middle-aged woman. "Hello!" a simple placid greeting with a light smile emerged on my lips.

"Please, follow me to the dining room. Master told us to feed you well!" she turned around with a stony face while speaking instead.

"Wait! I have to change my clothes first!" my calling made her halt and slowly face me with her hands on her waist. Her stern look was making me impossible to talk. I wasn't afraid of her but I was confused.

"Hurry up!"

"Ah! Okay!" just two words that she coldly let out dazed me. I hurriedly closed the door. My eyes took notice of the wide cocoa-colored victorian closet just by the full-length mirror. As my hands swung the two-door wardrobe open, my vision chased the hanging outfits in different shades, designs, and seasons.

"Wow!" was the word that escaped my parted lips while my hands touched every fabric. I recalled their master said I was his slave but why did I feel like I was a princess?

"Friya, what am I going to wear?" I whispered to my wolf who I thought was also staring at these lovely dresses. At times like this, my wolf was my constant buddy. She could always choose a better outfit than me. I touched the plain one-piece blue sleeveless and she growled. I smiled at its reaction and began undressing. "We do have the same taste!"

After a few minutes, I opened the door and saw the woman patiently waiting for me. She glanced at me in a deadpan look and began going downstairs.

"My name is Riona!" I uttered trying to begin a conversation while holding the wooden handrail. We never had stairs in our simple home, hence, I wasn't used to taking one. But the woman remained quiet and strode at a quick pace I had no choice but to follow her step.

As we reached the living room, shiny coated flooring welcomed my gaze. My awestruck eyes rummaged the area while my mouth was forming a round shape. All kinds of stuff I had never laid my eyes on in our world but wished to have in our home were here. Til a strong back hit my chest or it was the other way around. The woman halted and glanced over her shoulder.

"Sorr~"

"We're here. Take your seat. Enjoy dinner!"

I was about to speak more when she already left. I glanced at the sumptuous meal on the table. It was just me eating but why did it look like there was a feast? I felt emptiness staring at these glorious foods. The simple wooden table in our place popped up in my thought. Just three chairs and two nutritious dishes to dig into but we're already satisfied. However, here I thought they were all wax. Till I heard footsteps behind me. I saw the woman carrying a big pot which I thought was soup.

"Why aren't you eating? The master told us to feed you well!" she immediately spoke when she noticed I never touched my plate.

"Where is your master?!" I asked rather as my curiosity consumed me. She stuffed some lean meat on my plate I wasn't able to deter. She poured a glass of red wine I instantly shook my head as I said, "I don't drink!"

"Then drink. The master is already sleeping. Finish this and do the dishes after!"

She was about to leave when I repeated her last statement 'Do the dishes' with a question mark at the end.

"Yeah! I just prepared your dinner but that doesn't mean you will not do household chores. You're a slave remember?!" her sardonic voice made me gawk at her while constantly nodding my head like a silly person. When she left, I tried to put the food in my mouth as I chewed them with force.

"I'm a slave. I will remember that!" and convinced myself, being a slave was better than being a Lady Luna.