Moving inside the court is getting easy for me now.

After long training hours with Maêl, the only thing I remember mostly is my way back to my room or to the dinning room. The dinning room is more like a great hall, eight to ten huge tables are in the hall and they are always filled with soldiers and elves. Always filled with hustle and bustle, slaves working hard.

Serving and cooking.

I hate it.

More than anything.

I hate that my kind is considered so much worse.

I sometimes feel guilty.

Wearing these expensive and luxurious robes and gowns, eating good food and having nothing to worry about. Not to worry about if I haven't done this I might be punished or for not doing my duty because I haven't got any yet.

The human slaves they look at me with hatred and loathe.

Their eyes darting in between me and the elves. Filled with rage and hatred, I can't help but to notice this and feel worse than being guilty. There stare feels like stabbing knife in my back.

I get up and began to move towards the court room as the King has order to meet me there. The two enormous doors are pulled by the gate keepers as I reach them. I bow my head a little and enter. As always I am mesmerized by the beauty of the court room. The king is sitting on the throne as always. I made my bow, "Your Highness you asked to see me." I say keeping my voice calm. I hate it.

This courtesy, everything I'm doing just to prove that I am worthy of something. I look up to king. Him as always looking Godly handsome. "Yes.. Yes... I did so. I wanted to ask you how is your training going." The king ask as the servant serves him a glass of red vine. "Is everything going well and do you need anything is particularly?" this isn't king asking me about anything I need. This is his way of showing interest in me that he needs more than my loyalty from me.

"Nothing, Your Highness." I try to hide the disgust in my voice but I know and believe that my face is doing the opposite of what I am showing through my words. "I am thankful of your hospitality already."

And his arrogant smirk made it's way. I really hate the attitude this father and the son particularly have. I just can't help myself but it always does a trance on me. I feel my blood boiling whenever I see their arrogant face filled with nothing but pride. "I have my training, Your Highness and to teach someone a great life lesson." I bow and am about to leave when I stop on my track, "Actually I will love if you are also there to see my victory. Won't you, Your Highness." I can feel a little mockery in my tone and a little flirt too and I don't know why the hell I am writing my own death sentence.

The king smirk.

I turn around to leave and I can feel King's gaze on my ass as I am leaving.

My heart is pounding like a racing horse.

And it's kind of my fault.

My fucking mouth is too bold for myself and I know this long ago but I haven't mastered the technique to shut it.

Today is going to be my last day in this world and soon I'll be in afterlife with my parents and I know afterlife isn't going to be any good for me. I have bring shame to the Gods and to my family. So, basically I am doomed to hell. I am walking here and there in the corridors hoping a miracle will happen to save me from my demise.

I think of going to Maêl and admit that I am no good to fight him and all that I said was me bluffing about the things that I can't do. But the thought is making my stomach churn.

I don't know where my feet's are talking me and before I could understand or comprehend where I am, I bump into Maêl. My head throbs with pain. Is it human body or stone wall. I look up to see him with his disgusting but ethereal smile. My hand resting on his chest, his muscles are tense and hard. Now I can feel his muscles hard and there is nothing I can see but my face under his hard biceps begging for nothing but breath and Maêl with his smug smile.

Maêl snaps his fingers in front me and brings me back to the reality where I am still in the bright corridors of the spring court and my hand on Maêl chest. I push my hand away and clear my throat. "Thinking about backing off, red." Maêl says leaning down to my level.

His scent filling in my nose.

I shoo it away as my pride is coming in the way to notice anything romantic or lovely. "Never, Maêlbug." I smile. I can see that he is annoyed by my comment and he is trying hard to hide it with his smile but now I know there is something that he isn't perfect at doing and it gives me upper hand now. I am internally happy to see the look on his face and can't help but to grin like a fool. "I hope you have prepared a big spa for you to stay and calm your nasty bitchy ego after you mercilessly loose from me, Maêlbug." It's really amusing seeing the look on his face and how the name turns him into this person standing right in front of me.

He grabs my throat and pins me to the wall. His eyes are blazing green fire. His expression filled with anger and disgust. He is looking me straight in the eyes. The action sends chills down my spine but my own bitchy ego is way bigger than his and he knows it too. His expression turns so fast and now there is again the arrogant Maêl with his annoying smile, "I like it. And you know what. Now I am dying to fuck this nasty mouth of yours. I want to destroy your little slutty mouth with my dick so you can't say a word and moan with pain every time you'll open this nasty mouth of yours." A monster crawl inside me, consuming me from head to toe and without I can control or do anything my fist landed on Maêl face.

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TO BE CONTINUED........