The Princess Slave

Violette POV

I tried my best not to listen in on their conversations, but it was hard not to.. especially with my werewolf hearing. I found myself wiping the same spot over and over, on Masters desk.. as I heard them talk about the many things Cedric had learned while he was away.

“I’m surprised you’ve kept her this long. Especially with her.. family’s history.” Cedric said.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“She’s not that bad,” Master said. “Not that bad” ouch. I’m nothing like my family. Well, I take that back. I’m quite a lot like my mother was. She was kind, loving, and gentle.. she didn’t deserve what happened to her. And I forever blame my Father for her death. But.. I also blame myself. Because it wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me.

“If she’s not that bad, why not release her?” Cedric asked. I heard a slam on the table and I jumped slightly.

“No,” Master said. He was angry, that much I could tell.

“Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to..” Cedric began but Master cut him off.

“Don’t worry about it.” He sighed. My eyes drifted across the office and landed on the gray door that I’m forbidden to enter. I wonder what’s in there.. why I’m not allowed to go near it? I walked to it, my curious eyes will surely be the death of me.

I shook my head and took a step back, walking over to the shelves next to the door, and began pulling off books to dust the shelves. They’d stopped talking, maybe they knew I could hear them.. who knows. After I finished on the first shelf, I moved to the next.

“Violette, come here.” Master’s voice called me. I sat down the rag I was using and walked out of the office. Cedric had a mischievous smile on his face, Master just looked at me blankly.

“Yes, master?” I asked.

“How long until you’re done in there?” He asked.

“Not long, Master,” I replied swiftly. He nodded in approval.

“I will take my leave, my King. It was good seeing you. I will surely see you later.. I have a mate to find.” Cedric said. He stood up and bowed at Viktor, then gave me a gentle smile.

“Oh wait.. first, may I ask if you know Lillian’s favorite flowers?” He asked as he looked at me. I looked at Master, waiting for his approval to respond. He gave me a nod and I spoke softly.

“Lillies. That’s where her mother got her name.. oh, and today is her 18th birthday, incase you needed that information.” I said. I was hoping he might think of something to do for her. He nodded his head a smiled.

“Thank you. That is very useful information.. I’ll have mom make her a cake.” He said. I nodded as a form of “you’re welcome.”

“You may go, Cedric,” Viktor said. We both watched as Cedric left the room with a light skip in his step. I smiled softly, realizing just how excited he was to have found his mate.

“I have a question,” Viktor asked. I looked in his direction and spoke.

“Yes, Master?” I asked.

“Have you had any of the strawberries?” He asked. I shook my head.

“Ms. Beatrice said they’re royal strawberries.. and I’m not royalty,” I said.

“Yes, you are. You may not be a royal here.. but you are royalty.” He said. He held out the perfect strawberry and I looked at him confused.

“Kneel.” He said. I waited a moment before taking in a deep breath. I did as he asked and got on my knees in front of him.

“Now, open your mouth.” He said. I took a deep breath.. then opened my mouth. His eyes fell to my lips as he brought the strawberry to me, then placed it between my teeth.

“Bite it, Violette.” He said softly. My abdomen filled with warmth as he said my name.

I did as he asked, biting down on the sweet, juicy strawberry. I almost m****d at how delicious it is.

“What do you think?” He asked. I couldn’t hold back the small smile that fought so hard to be on my face.

“It’s delicious. Thank you, Master.” I said. I felt the juice slide through the corner of my lips, I brought my hand up to wipe it away, but instead.. he wiped his thumb against my lips. He brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked the juice off. I couldn’t even begin to explain what that just did to me.. goddess he is seductive without even trying.

“Would you like another?” He asked. I fought myself hard on that, then finally shook my head.

“As you wish. You may finish your task.” He said. The look in his eyes was anything but cold and dangerous like it used to be. If anything, his eyes were soft and gentle.. and he was acting as if he enjoyed interacting with me in such ways.

“Thank you, Master,” I said. I stood up and made my way back to his office. I felt his eyes on me the entire way until I disappeared behind the door frame to continue on my duties.

After a few moments of cleaning, I heard footsteps. I didn’t bother to look up as he moved across his office. I just continued dusting.

“Would you like me to remove your collar?” He asked. I looked away from the shelf, looking directly into his eyes.

“I would greatly enjoy that, Master. But you do not have to.” I said. He didn’t respond, instead, he reached into his desk and grabbed something, then walked over to me.

“Turn around.” He said. I did as he asked and turned around. I felt his hands move my stray hairs to the side, then I heard the click of the lock. The collar loosened, and eventually, he pulled it off.

“How’s that?” He asked. I nodded as I wrapped my hand around my neck and sighed.

“Much better,” I said. He reached beside me and placed the collar on the shelf, my heart pounding hard and fast in my chest.

He placed his hand on my shoulder, lightly running his fingertips down and across my arm. Goosebumps rose everywhere he touched.

“When I found out.. about your heat.. I asked Cedric to search for answers. Your mate, specifically. He said no one knew anything. Or that you’d even found your mate.” He said. I slowly turned around, now face to face with him. He was close, but not too close.

I didn’t know what to say. I was telling the truth about not knowing who my mate is. There wasn’t much else to it.

“I believe you were telling me the truth.” He said. I closed my eyes and looked down. He placed his hand under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“Am I right?” He asked.

“Yes, Master. You are.” I said almost in a whisper.

“Then, I apologize.” He said.

“Thank you,” I replied with a smile.