Same routine

My days at the Prince's home were no different than my than my days at the Marquess's. No one paid attention to me - not even the maids or servants. I was left alone in the small empty quarter to live in solitary. To pass my days, I read the few books which I have manage to take with me. When meal were served, I would find it outside my door. A maid were quickly come and go like she was afraid to see me. I never tried to talk or asked for her name. To be honest, I'm not sure of it's the same maid each time the meals were delivered. i only see a shadow in and out.

It was clear that no one wanted to deal with me and I was fine with left alone.

Weeks come and go, and I thought my life will continue on quietly just like that - forgotten. Just when I gotten used to the quite life, a maid told me behind the closed door that the Prince had asked for my presence in the Mall Hall. She left as quick as she came. i was confused but knew I had to go or else there would be trouble.

I only wish that he'll allow me a peaceful life - even if there was no one but me in it.

Somehow, I managed to find the main hall. Because no one guide me there, I was lost for a while, therefore, made the Prince waited. When the server announce my arrival, my body shook to the sudden loud bang. A fist smashed against the stone table and cracked it. i never got a good look of the tall man in the center of the room when I bowed my head low. He was angry because it took me so long to get there. My mother was the same way when I kept her waiting.

I heard the soft giggle and glanced up to see several beautiful dressed women - the Prince concubines. One was trying to calm the angry man as she press her whole body to him while stocking his chest sweetly. My eyes were on the bottom of his dark red shoes and robes that had golden embroidery of a dragon.

'You are quite bold to make me wait'

His voice were deep and fierce like the heat of the son. I knew better to speak so kept silent. I learned as a child to never speak when the person is angry. If you can take the insults and the shouts, they will eventually be tired and dismiss you. But everyone was different. The Prince saw my silence as defiance. When he suddenly grab my arm, I held back a cry at the sharp pain.

Forced to look up at him, I saw for the first time his dark grey eyes - color of the rain storm. Than to my confusion, as quickly as he grabed me, he let me go as if my skin had burned him. Looking down at my trembling arm, I knew that a bruise was left behind.