Sold to a Prince!

Michelle grinned from ear to ear as she quietly followed the knight. She was so nervous as she had never spoken to the man before and didn't know what could have possibly led this to happen.

But then… she suddenly thought of something. What if this was all her Lady's plan?

Michelle still clearly remembered Lady Priscella mentioning to her something about a handsome reward.

But she never once thought the reward could literally be a handsome man. 

"Did Young Miss actually arrange for this to happen?" She giddily muttered to herself, unable to hold her happiness.

Theodore was a knight, not to mention very good looking compared to most other men. 

His presence was usually overshadowed by Mikel, but seeing him alone like this, under the moonlight, in the middle of the night, her heart was racing a mile a minute.

Michelle couldn't believe that a man like him could be interested in her. "Ummm… Sir Theo…" She bashfully muttered, pushing her chest out.

Theodore paused and looked around to see what she wanted when suddenly he saw the woman moving closer to him, her face dangerously next to his.

Perhaps it was because of his instinct which had been honed like a sharp knife after all these years, he instantly sidestepped, making Michelle stumble and fall down.

"Ahh!" She gasped in shock as she hadn't expected the man to react in such a manner. Her face turned bright red and she quickly picked herself up, dusting her back.

"Are you alright, Miss Michelle?" Theodore asked completely puzzled, taking a step back and maintaining a safe distance.

"Ah… Ummm… I am sorry, my Lord. That… I was feeling very faint." The woman quickly blabbered something, covering up her embarrassing kissing attempt.

It was a slap on the face and it sucked. "Umm… May I know where we are going, my Lord?" Michelle asked, her delusions now somewhat settling down.

However, Theo's next reply once again sent her back reeling into the world of fantasy.

"His highness has requested your presence in his room." Theo bluntly replied, without caring about the double meaning his words implied.

If earlier she was surprised and excited, Michelle was now utterly shocked. "His… his highness… called me for me? To his room?" She was dumbfounded.

She absentmindedly continued following Theodore as they both exited the garden and walked onto the corridors of the castle. 

Her mind was completely blank and only one thought was running in her head in a loop. 

"To his room?" 

"To his room?"

"To his room?"

She muttered under her breath as if she was in a trance.

Lady Priscella was going to kill her!!!

Since she attended the Lady's needs for most parts of the day, Michelle knew a lot about Priscella, more than she even was comfortable knowing.

And if something were to happen between her and the Prince, Michelle knew that it would surely be the death of her.

After all, she knew first hand just how badly the slave was being tortured since her Lady had caught the slave in the Prince's room in the middle of the night.

And now it was her turn? Did Prince Mikel had some sort of weird fetish that made maids and slaves attractive to him?

Michelle's cheeks burned as her thoughts became more and more jumbled up. On one hand, she was deathly pale, scared from what the consequences of this rendezvous could be.

On the other hand… she just couldn't stop herself from thinking about the perfect and handsome man, especially without his clothes on.

She gulped as her face turned redder and redder by the second. 

Perhaps if she managed to impress the Prince tonight, there was a chance for her to become one of his mistresses?

Even though it sounded ridiculous, it was still not entirely impossible, right?

Michelle's heart pounded loudly as the both of them neared one of the guest rooms in the southern part of the castle. 

Even though Mikel had another bigger room in the main part of the castle, he did not prefer staying there and always used one of the guest rooms when he visited the castle.

Pausing in front of the door, Theodore first knocked a couple of times. "Come in." Mikel's deep velvety voice sounded from within, which made the woman's body stiffen.

Theodore opened the door and Michelle followed him, her face completely flushed and her gaze shyly lingering on the ground.

The knight then bowed and left the room, leaving the maid alone with the man inside.

"Your highness… " Michelle softly muttered, licking her lips. "I am here to serve you as you please."

Hmmm? Mikel raised his brows. "Is that so? Come here and give me your hand."

Blushing nervously, she walked forward, stepping closer to Mikel. The man was resting on the bed, leaning back against a pillow at the headboard.

His shirt was unbuttoned revealing his chiseled chest and his sensual body, which made Michelle swallow hard. 

Suddenly, she found herself not very afraid of Priscella and very empathetic towards Sylvia. 

Her job was to serve the royal family. If she was asked to, then she could only comply. This was not really her fault.

Michelle gulped and nervously extended her hand, waiting for the man to take her hand in his hand and kiss her tenderly.

A million butterflies somersaulted in her stomach and she closed her eyes unable to bear the anticipation. Now that she was here, she was really ready to go all out.

However… weirdly… 1 second passed. 2 seconds passed. Nothing seemed to have happened.

But suddenly, she felt a light brush on her hand and a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Thank god! Michelle felt relieved.  It looked like this time she had not mistaken things. She had clearly felt the man's lips brush against her hand.

She opened her eyes wanting to see the gorgeous creature kissing and sucking her fingers when suddenly her entire body froze.

What she had expected… and the sight that awaited her… were light years apart…

Michelle trembled at the sight of her hand that was now bald? Her fingers were no longer there!

Blood dripped from her hand without stopping, falling on the fingers which messily laid on the floor. Her eyes widened in shock, unable to believe what had just happened.

Did the Prince who always looked so kind and caring do this to her? She just couldn't accept it.

Pain seared through her body as she collapsed on the ground and started wailing. 

"Your highness. Please forgive me. Please forgive me." She sobbed, picking up the cut down pieces of flesh from the dirtied marble floor.

Mikel, however, remained calm and unfazed. He stood up and silently walked out of the room, entering the guest room next to him, leaving the woman all alone in her misery.

Michelle quickly tried to reattach her fingers but she saw her skin already turning purple which meant that the sword that had cut down her fingers was doused in poison.

Since poison was involved, it was not really that easy to reattach the cleanly cut flesh.

But unfortunately for her, her misery did not end there. After Mikel had walked out, someone else knocked on the door again, and when no one answered, the door creaked open.

Priscella stood at the door, her eyes searching for Mikel but she froze on seeing the empty bed and the bloody mess next to it, not to mention the woman wailing on the ground in pain.

"You! What the hell are you doing here??" Priscella shouted in anger.

"My Lady. Please. Please. Save me. My Lady." Michelle immediately crawled on the floor and knelt in front of Priscella.

"Please help me, My Lady. Please heal my hand. I will be ruined if the flesh rots completely." She begged her.

She had served the Lady for a long time, ever since she was a young girl. She knew that even though sometimes she was a bit aggressive, she was also kind at times.

So Michelle cried and begged for help as Priscella was the only one who could help her now.

However, what awaited her was only a cold and cruel question. "What are you doing in this room?" Priscella asked, her voice lacking even an ounce of sympathy.

Michelle blinked and immediately understood that she was being mistaken here. "My lady. My Lady. Please believe me. I didn't do anything."

"His highness called me here and then cut off all my fingers. My Lady, please save me. I don't know what I did wrong. Please My Lady." 

She hurriedly explained the situation, feeling a lot better after she had clarified things.

However, unfortunately for her, the woman in front of her coldly stared down at her, still not convinced by her words.

"My fiance called you to his room in the middle of the night? And you expect me to believe this? Just how foolish do you think I am?"