AURORA'S POV
The chilling wind brushed against my skin as I slept on the cold floor. I couldn't contain the strong feeling in my chest that something was horribly wrong back in Velmoria. Was that a mindlink, a vision, or maybe I was just losing it from being in this dreadful lycan territory?
Oh well, I would never know. I stretched myself up from the floor that Sera ordered me to sleep on; it seems they don't have manners in this kingdom because I deserved a bed at least. I am still human or whatever thing I am.
I groaned as I felt my body ache. Somebody give me a massage or something.
The door slightly opened and a tall, cute man with an apron neatly hung on his naked chest stepped inside. He held a tray with neatly folded clothes.
He walked in without even waiting for me to let him in. How rude.
"Hi, I am Mark." He smiled. "Damion sent this uniform for you to wear. You can also start your morning chores by mopping the north and the west wing of the castle. He will assign more chores for you after you're done." He said, putting the tray on the small table before leaving.
I slowly walked towards the table where Mark left the tray. I really needed something to wear, but a uniform? Really, Damion?
I pulled out the piece of cloth, and it looked like half of it was missing. It was black, completely bare at the back, and had a white lace. I groaned and still put it on; I won't die trying to get decent clothing.
I walked over to the bathroom, hoping to find a mirror and see how naked I looked in the so-called uniform. I air-quoted, practically rolling my eyes.
I found a mirror—it was huge.
"Wow," I muttered.
I walked over, and my breath hitched.
I had no reflection. That's weird. I always had a reflection.
I ran out of the room and down the hall; I didn't know where I was running. Anywhere else was better than being slammed in the face by the goddess by taking away my reflection.
What if I looked hideous, how would I know? Oh gosh…
Goddess, you've really smacked me in the face this time. Your miracles are getting out of hand.
I reached the castle doors, and as I took a single step, my necklace burned against my neck.
"Ouch!" I winced in pain.
"Where do you think you're going?!" A familiar female voice echoed through the walls.
I took a sharp turn, and oh my goodness, it was Sera.
"The master has assigned you chores, and you want to run away?" she huffed. "You think Damion can't catch you in seconds and rip you apart? You're a delusional bitch."
I snapped. I am okay with Damion bullying and threatening my existence, but not this lunatic here.
"I was trying to escape," I simply answered, avoiding her gaze. "Maybe from a bitch like you."
Her nose flared, and her eyes turned red. "What did you say? This should teach you manners."
She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to who knows where.
I felt my senses getting tingly when I heard some growling sounds.
Rogues. Rabid wild wolves. Caged in a dungeon-like cave with a wire above.
Sera quickly covered her nose. The smell these creatures were emitting was dreadful. I coughed and gagged.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" I screamed and kicked, but my little feet probably felt like baby kicks to her huge body.
She opened the bars and threw me in within seconds, closing the door shut.
I banged on the iron bars. I screamed my lungs out.
"Damion! Sera, let me out!" I screamed.
I heard a growling sound behind me. I froze, my tears daring to fall, but I didn't want to give Sera the satisfaction of seeing my misery. She probably ate misery for breakfast.
I turned to the rogues, and their red eyes were glowing at me. Their foaming mouths showed razor-sharp teeth that could easily tear my flesh apart.
"So long… Aurora." Sera cheered menacingly as she walked out of the halls.
What a bitch.
One rabid wolf pounced on me, but I instinctively dodged. More came after me, but my feet moved at lightning speed.
They cornered me. Oh shit. I am trapped.
This is it… I am going to die because of some dumb lycan who couldn't handle a curse word.
I covered my face with my arms; I didn't want to see them rip my flesh off. Now I regret saying I am delicious. They probably heard it from Damion.
Stupid lycan king.
Then my necklace glowed bright. The diamond shape on it ascended into the air. I felt an electric pull in my body.
I felt myself floating from the cold ground.
The wolves' eyes lowered to the ground, and they bowed before me, their bodies shaking with fear.
Ancient voices erupted from my mouth…
"Dare not harm the chosen one, or you die a merciless death!"
The wolves' bodies melted to the ground within seconds.
I felt scared. Of myself. Was I the one doing this?
I dropped to the ground and almost passed out.
I heard some clapping outside the cage.
"Nice show!" A husky voice echoed.
Damion!
"Now bow before your king, servant!" He groaned nonchalantly.
What a pompous fool.
Shockingly, the magic in me faded the second he spoke.
I felt nothing. I felt human again.
I wish I melted him instead.
"This sounds like a game for you," I spat.
"Oh, mama, everything is a game. Especially your life in my claws." He walked towards me slowly and opened the cage.
"I am not your toy." Tears dared to fall, but I blinked them away.
"Yes, you aren't. You're my maid. Now go mop my floors. Start with my chambers." He grinned.
I angrily stomped out of the cage. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me close.
I felt his warm breath on my neck. He sniffed sharply and smashed his lips on mine—hard.
The kiss wasn't passionate. It was possessive and controlling.
I didn't kiss back, but I didn't push him away either.
"Who's your master, mama?" He growled in my ear. Something about the way he called me mama sent shivers down my spine.