I ask with caution that must be written on my face. "What do you want, my prince?"
The prince turned around, his back facing me. He walked to the bed where I saw his clothes were displayed. He said to me, "Come and help me with my clothes."
He wants me to change his clothes?
I asked with confusion. The prince said with a low voice, "I won't ask again. Hurry up; you are too slow. And since you are my slave, it's one of your tasks as a slave to help your master."
I had to remind myself not to throw a fit. As much as I hate to deny it, I am a slave, but my heart and mind still belong to me.
Not even the prince can take that away from me.
I went closer to him like he ordered, and I saw the clothes on the bed. It was different; the fabric was a jet black with some complicated gold designs on it. It would fit him for a royalty prince.
I went toward the prince's back, which looked ramrod straight to me, and I asked, "How am I supposed to take it off?"
The prince sighed quietly like I asked a foolish question, and he turned around to me, and his golden mask zoomed in on my face.
I look at his red eyes, which look menacing, and his eyes bore into me like he could see through my soul. He said in a low voice, "You can start with the belt."
He said with a raised brow, and I looked down and saw a small belt stopping at his waist. I went to grab it and pulled it.
The belt went loose, and I saw the robe on the prince's shoulder begin to fall slowly like a slow dance. It fell to the floor, and his body stunned me because his shoulders were glinting in the light.
He looked at me, and he said with a snort, "Stop wasting time."
I went to the bed to grab the clothes with my heart pounding. After taking the clothes in my hands, I turned around, and I narrowed my eyes when I saw his back.
Although his long silver hair almost covered his entire back, I could see a hint of long, thin scars covering almost his entire back. I licked my lips, and I wanted to ask him how he got the scars.
But I have a feeling the prince won't be happy with my questions, so I kept my mouth shut. I went closer to his back, and my hands almost touched his back out of curiosity.
But the prince seemed to sense my movement, and he turned around swiftly like a tornado, and he went to grab my moving hand. His hands were cold to the touch like ice, and he said in a low voice filled with menace, "What are you doing?"
I looked at the prince with my eyes on him, and his eyes were intense and fierce. I swallowed hard, and his mood seemed to darken when I didn't answer.
I almost groaned when he squeezed my hands painfully, and he said with a deadly tone, "Don't touch things you shouldn't touch."
He let go of me when I nodded my head urgently. I didn't want him to break my wrist.
I settled the long, silky black robe that felt more like a dress on him, and it clothed him like a blanket, and I turned to grab the robe around his waist.
I realized with horror that I had to get closer to him so I could wrap it around his waist. I took a deep breath and stepped closer, and I realized that I could stab him in this moment with that dagger I used to carry on me.
Too bad I lost the dagger when that pervert vampire tried to rape me.
When I remembered the vampire, I stepped back when I finished the task. His body was cold, almost leaving the sensation on my fingers. I asked the prince cautiously, "What happened to the vampire who tried to rape me?"
And how did you find me?
The prince said calmly, like he was commenting on a sunny day, "He's dead."
The prince went to grab another cloak. And he wrapped it around his shoulder. It only made his presence more intimidating, like a dark prince in the night. It was as black as a raven and as thick as black snow.
He went to the door, and he said to me, "Let's go."
I followed him into the hall, and we entered another room, which was a few doors from us. I saw a few people staring at the prince with fearful eyes, but looking at their eyes more. I could see a tinge of contempt and lack of respect in their gaze.
I wonder what that's about.
I turned back, facing toward the prince's strong back, and we entered a room. My chest started to race when I recognized the boy lying on the bed sleeping peacefully. Kaden.
I walked past the prince without a thought, and the prince stood there in the middle of the room. When I walked to Kaden and I saw a faint movement in his chest, I was relieved to know he was still alive.
At least the prince didn't lie about that. I asked with shock, "How did you find him?"
The prince said indifferently, "He was lying cold on the ground. The man there who was in the clinic saw him and took him in and took care of him."
I turned around because I knew the prince wasn't going to do this for free. In order to make sure Kaden survives, I need to convince him to give up his blood. I asked with caution, "What do you really want?"
The silver-haired prince smiled indifferently, and he said, "I'm glad you aren't foolish. I want you to spy on someone for me. My father."