Adriel POV
That was the best sex of my life. I have never been fucked before, but I can never be fucked like this again. He paid attention to my body and needs and made sure I was satisfied.
Yet, there was a hollowness growing inside me slow, creeping doubts. I gave my virginity to somebody who wasn't my mate, nor appreciated it.
Shame curled inside me as I stood up, feeling his cum slip from me, a gentle reminder of how stupid I was. My leg ached, making the pleasure I felt earlier a waste. I gathered the bloody sheet and left his room.
As I walked away from his hall, I half prayed to god not to make anybody see me walking this way, especially not Madam Emily, the chief maid.
When I finally reached the laundry room, I tossed the bloody sheets into the washing machine and washed them. The laundry rooms look way bigger than the house I lived in before; the castle has so many spacious halls and rooms that make it difficult to know where you are going.
I began fixing my long brown curly hair scattered all over my face to erase any image of a person being fucked or like a mad person, but a cry caught my attention.
Who is here? Who is crying? And why is the person here of all places? I scanned the room but couldn't detect where the sound was coming from. I turned the machine again for another wash and turned to the door, but a figure caught my sight.
The princess.
She sat huddled between the pile of laundry, she looked tired, and her shoulders were trembling.
I wonder what she is doing here and why Oma is not with her. I made my way to where she was. She didn't seem to notice that I was so close to her. I cleared my throat, which was sore from the sex.
The sound startled her, as she looked up, her wide, tearing eyes locking onto mine.
"My princess, what are you doing here?" I asked. I was curious as to why the princess was not with Oma, and nobody was looking for her. She looked at me with a confused stare.
"My princess, you are going to get cold staying here, please. I reached out my hand to her, "Let me help you to your room."
She refused to take my hand. I tried to touch her, but she shivered and started crying, "What have I done?". I kneel with one knee and gently pat her on her hair.
"My princess," I said softly and slowly,
"I can't leave you here, not because I am a maid, but because I want you to live. This place is not safe for you and your family will be worried".
My words softened her as she stood up from where she was sitting on the piles of dirty clothes, she walked to the door, leaving me kneeling on the cold tiles.
I know you will say the princess is a bitch for not saying thank you. She had a sickness when she was young, and the only thing that could cure her was her voice. She can't talk but hears and knows when somebody is speaking to her. Rumors had flown around the castle that they were taking her to the human world where she could regain her voice.
I stood up from the ground, removed the clothes from the machine, and put them in the dryer to be dried. I left the room. The pains in my legs had already been reduced, but a stinging pleasure remained.
The kitchen was busy with activities when I arrived. I busy myself with the dirty plates on the sink, hoping to blend in and avoid suspicion.
"When did you get here?" Madam Emily's voice cut through the kitchen like a blade, sending shivers down my spine. I dropped a plate. It shattered into pieces, and all eyes turned to me. I rushed down, gathering the broken plate, my heart racing.
"Are you stupid? There is nothing you can do properly. I might as well send you to the dungeon to clean shit, and you won't do it properly."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break the plate; you startled me, that's why." I stood up with the broken plate to put it in the bin when a hand dragged my hair; holding a handful of it and yanking me uptight. I cried out in pain. My vision was instantly blurred.
"Argh, let go of me, I beg you, I didn't know" I cried, but she refused to release me until she came near the big table that was in the center of the kitchen.
"I am going to teach you a lesson, you stupid orphan. I gave you a task to do, and you gave it to Oma and disappeared," Madam Emily, our Chief head of maids, screamed.
"I have had enough of you. You can't obey a single instruction, pathetic fool".
"No, madam, I….."
Before I could explain, she dragged me to the center of the table.
"Give me a bowl of water" she barked as one of the other maids rushed to obey. My stomach dropped as I saw the steaming bowl being placed on the table. She forced my hands into the scalding water, and I screamed out in agony; pain seared through my skin, hot tears pouring from my eyes, but she refused to let go of it.
"Next time, maybe you will remember to do as you are told". She snarled, finally letting go of my hands.
" I will have you wiped naked in front of everyone if you disobey me again. This is your last warning". She snorted and walked away from the kitchen. The staff all went back to what they were doing as if nothing happened.
No one cared. No one ever did, Their eyes were blank, and their hands shook a little from the weight of unspoken fear.