I can still taste the taste of blood on my lips, bitter and sour.

I can still feel my teeth dipped deep into soft muscles of the elf's heart. Thinking about it is still sending chills down my spine and something makes its way up to throat. I run to the bathroom and sink down the floor in front of the sink. I vomit nothing but water, my stomach churns and I feel knives in my throat as more water comes out of my mouth. I feel burning sensation in my mouth the acid making my mouth sour.

After I am done, I lay there on the cold floor looking up the ceiling painted in black and little white stars like lanterns illuminating the room. I looked around the walls plain and floral gold patterns. I had never ever in a house like this. We were poor but happy. We were proud of as we were but I still sometime felt bad for myself when I saw other girls in nice clothes of flowery patterns, bright colors, jewelry made of stones and gold wires, them talking about how they say no to things they don't want to eat. Unlike them I used to stay hungry for days until we finally had some food at home, war days were easy for us. Father was also a part of royal army so he was given gold for his service.

I get up and go to the room where a king size bed is placed in the center, long drapes surrounds the bed just as I have heard in the stories. I open the closet filled with dresses of different shades each one beautiful than the others, jewelry made of gold wires and gemstones embedded in them.

It was king's order to provide me a good house as I have proved my loyalty just to survive. He told them to take good care of me and that I was one of them no. First I was bathed in hot water and then with milk and flowers which I can still smell on my body. Then I was dressed in a bright purple gown, the fabric following my body curves and fitting perfectly. The sleeves long and patterns made with different colors f stones and dried butterfly embedded to the neckline.

My hair was braided to my sides and flowers were tangled in each turn of the braid. I was completely surprised seeing myself in the mirror. There stood a woman as beautiful as elf goddess Zaria, blazing red hair, protruding blue eyes like deep ocean, roman nose, soft angled eyebrows, ears sticking out, heart shaped red lips and pale skin.

I never thought that I would look this beautiful but here I was looking at myself. There is a knock on the door before someone comes insides. A tall elf with dark long hairs braided to his back, muscular, almond eyes, aquiline nose and natural lips. His features alone are average but combined he look ethereal and handsome.

He is wearing a white shirt and black pants tight enough that I can see his leg muscles too and long boots that reach his mid thighs. He comes close towering on my height. I look up to meet his eyes. "You must be Verena. I'm prince Maěl. My father told me about you and asked me to teach you our traditions and how to be one of us." He says softly but I can sense how wisely he is choosing and staying his self-calm.

I know that elves hate human and how they want us to be dead or slaves for themselves and me being here in the royal quarters and given royal house is one thing that is top on the list they will loathe. A human girl commanding the elf and goblins is an honor in our lands but elves and goblins or other creatures of spring court find it insulting.

But I can't still place my part why the King has given me everything and is making a big deal out of me and what are his motives. What is he planning on doing with me? One thing is for sure I can't trust anything they say or they do and I must not let my guard down.

"Your Highness," I bow down though I hate doing so.

He eyes me up and down, looking at me as I am something he is going to buy or I'm someone he is going to have a paid sex. "You don't seem so strong." He cocks his eyebrows.

"Trust me I can slit your throat and you won't even notice it." The words slip out of my mouth before I could stop them. I know I don't want him or any of them to notice that I am weak and scared on the top of it but seeing the prince in front of me being an asshole makes my blood boils. For a second I even considered taking my words back but his smug smile makes it impossible for me to step back.

"Fierce type. I like it but I'll like it when you are under me and begging me to fuck your beautiful face." He says leaning forward, "Better try to put your all in or I'll really crush you." I look in his green eyes as he smiles. I want to punch on his face so hard that he won't be able to smile again.

"I challenge you for a fight. Beat me and I'll grant you anything." He holds my chin and I look him in the eye anger boiling inside me. He brings his face to my ears biting one. I can feel his warm breath on my ear. I can smell his scent, vanilla and mixture of lavender stroking inside my nose. "Loose and you'll be mine for eternity. Your body will be mine to touch, your soul will be mine to fear, your lips will be mine to kiss, your moans will be mine and most of all your heart will be mine to break." His voice is raspy and deep, and he focuses on the last words. When I look at him, he has the same smug smirk on his face and with that he leaves me there, dazed and thunderstruck.

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TO BE CONTINUED........