When I woke up the next morning, my brain was a mess. I can't believe I let that happen last night. It was like I couldn't stop myself. My body had a mind of its own and begged for his touch. It craved it. The way his fingers worked me...

I shake the thoughts away.

I can't let it happen again. My mind is stronger than my body. For years I have practiced discipline and control. I'm not going to let my training go to waste over a vampire. I can control my hormones.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door then a small woman with light pink hair walked in. She was dressed in servants clothes. She kept her head down as she held a tray with breakfast food. Pancakes with syrup and strawberries, eggs, and orange juice.

My mouth instantly watered. It felt like it's been days since my last meal.

" Good morning. I have brought you something to eat," she says politely, sitting the tray down on a table.

" Thank you," I say standing up and walking over to the small table. I kneel down and start shoving food into my mouth. I knew I just looked like a savage with no manners, but I didn't care.

" Mmm," I smiled, " It's so good."

The girl giggled.

Remembering my manners I say, "I'm sorry I don't know your name."

The girl blushed. " It's Alexa."

" Hi, Alexa. I'm Violet."

" I know. Everyone in the castle is talking about you."

My eyebrows shot up. " They are?"

She smiled, her brown eyes lighting up. " Yes. It's been a while since we've seen a new face."

" Oh," I reply. I guess many people don't come here or if they do, they don't last long.

I take another bite. I loved the pancakes. I grab my drink and take a sip, swallowing my food down.

" Violet, I'm going to run you a bath," she says already heading for the bathroom.

What's up with slaves giving me baths?

I eat my last forkful then follow her into the bathroom.

" This really isn't necessary. I can run my own bath."

Alexa laughed playfully. " Don't be silly. It's King Alexander orders."

I eyed her warily. I didn't understand why Alexander would order a servant to give me a bath.

Unless...

Unless he's a sick pervert who gets off on it.

Once the bathtub was filled, she pours rose oil into the water. She turned around and faced me.

" I'm not staying. I'll let you bathe alone," she says. My face splits into a grin thankful. I wait until she leaves the room, closing the door behind her before I stripped my clothes.

I get inside the tub. I sink down until the water reaches my chin. I grabbed some soap and lather my body. Then reach over, grabbing a bottle of shampoo, and wash my hair.

Within ten minutes, I'm done with my morning routine. I head out the door with a towel wrapped tightly around my body. Ringlets of water dripped off my hair onto the floor.

To my surprise, Alexa waited patiently in a chair. She rose when I came out.

"  I laid out your outfit for today. Once you are dressed, I'll brush your hair," she says promptly.

" Why are you doing this?" I questioned puzzled.

" You may not be royalty but you are the King's royal slave. So you get some royal treatments. However not all," she explained.

Bottom line was I'm still a slave. The so-called special treatments didn't lessen the fact.

I drop the towel. Alexa gasped and quickly turned around. I ignored her, putting on the clothes she laid out on the bed. It was an old fashioned Victorian styled servant dress. The same exact dress Alexa wore.

An equally plain black wool dress with a wide, white linen collar and turn over cuffs at the sleeves. A white apron tied around the waist as directed.

I get dressed quickly. The fabric was heavy and itchy. I didn't like it at all.

" You can turn around," I say once fully dressed.

Alexa rushed over to the bed.  " Sit down."

I moved in front of her. She started running a brush through my hair, getting all the tangles out. Finished, she gathered my hair back into an intricate bun.

"Today you will help me with my chores then I will return you to your room once we're finished."

Ugh, I hated chores.

We went through the day completing Alexa's daily chores. She was in charge of cleaning the East Wing of the castle. This part housed respective vampires and their pets. One Royal council member lived in the largest room. Alexa told me his name, but I don't remember. I was terrible at remembering names. I was better at remembering faces.

I never forget a face.

Alexa knocked on the door. No reply. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. Suspecting no one to be inside, we walked in with me behind her.

I heard the woman's cries before she did. I instantly went into a protective mood and pushed Alexa behind me.

" What's wrong?" She asks startled.

My eyes turned dangerous.  " We are not alone."