Bee-stung hearts

Khaldun walked past his mother's chamber before he paused in his footsteps, exhaling a sigh of frustration as he turned to walk back to her door, staring at it. His mother was no longer at the palace, she was confined at a deserted old castle built by his grandfather, some miles away, only because she had chosen to stand up for him when his father had attempted to hit him.

He shut his eyes, his heart clenching in resentment before he opened them, revealing a mad expression on his face. Oh! He couldn't wait to have his father's detached head in his hands. He walked past the queen's chambers, heading to his room which was adjacent to hers.

Unlocking the door, he stepped in removing the long cloak he wore, placing it on a long peg which was clipped to the wall, gently taking off his shirt and throwing it on the carpet before taking a seat on a large chair facing the fireplace.

He watched the fire crackle, losing himself in deep thoughts. He heard a knock that snapped him out of his thoughts and he could already decipher from the heartbeat, who it was.

He strode to the door, opening it narrowly to see one of the maids he had noticed earlier at the passageway, holding up a tray in her hands. Not saying anything to her, he let the door wider which gave her the gesture, she was ushered into his room.

The maid waited for him to first take a seat, so she could serve him, his cup of tea. Khaldun sat back on the chair, facing the fireplace when he noticed the maid walk slowly toward him, trying to bare her cleavage when she had bent to place the tray down.

Khaldun turned to stare at her with no expression on his face, glimpsing an instant blush on the maid's cheeks. "What took you so long?".

The maid felt her face redden the more, his voice was husky and he was always sending butterflies flying to her stomach, whenever he spoke to her which always made her toes curl. This man was so seductive in everything. Lowering her head, so he couldn't detect her smiling face, she lowered her voice in a mock bitter tone, grumbling to him.

" I am so sorry my prince, the head maid is outrageous. Constantly having me run errands which I wouldn't dare to evade or complain of or I would be punished". She rubbed her hands, with mock uneasiness.

Khaldun was already bored with her excuses and he was hungry. He took his sweet time to scrutinize the girl from her head to her chest and then her toes before rolling his eyes and then standing up. He raised his hand and moved his fingers in a come-hither motion. With her eyes cast down, she ambled toward him like a plumber going for his tools with an instant blush on her cheeks.

"Do not be troubled, Mary. When I become king I would sure make you, the head maid of the entire palace or precisely the head maid for the entire kingdom. Sounds fair, right?. He patted her head in assurance. He grinned at the dissatisfaction he could already detect on her countenance.

The maid who had cast down her head frowned at his statement. She never wanted to be the head maid. She was getting closer to the prince despite the rumours that were spreading about him like wildfire because she was already smitten by his looks and was yearning on staying closer to him so she could be queen someday when he would be crowned king. She couldn't believe he was trying to raise her into a mere head maid.

" Yes your highness". She managed to say, trying not to infuriate him.

"Good, now undress".

" Milord?". She asked with mock nervousness, receiving a rolled eyes from Khaldun.

This would not be the first time she was spreading her legs and Khaldun was loathing the fact of constantly watching her act coy.

"Do not make me repeat myself". He ordered with a deep voice which melted the girl rather than frightening her.

Seeing she was taking her sweet time, he pushed the front of her body towards the sofa that was positioned at the side. Leaning her down while bunching up her skirt to bare her bottom to him.

Khaldun wrapped his hands around her throat tightly when the maid attempted to turn to kiss him first. He had given notice to the whore to never have her lips on his.

He tugged her closer to whisper to her ears " Have you forgotten the rules?. You dare not try to kiss me or - - you get to lose your pretty tongue". He drawled in a warning tone earning a moan from her. Surely, this girl was a lunatic.

He pushed her back on the sofa, her body moving along with him wanting, while he pushed further into the maid with a blank expression on his face. He took up one of her hands, pulling it back to sink his already elongated teeth to hear her gasp in pain as he sipped the blood from her.

There was no reason to restrain from drinking from her when the maid had truly known what he was and was volunteering to sacrifice her entire self to him. When he felt the maid going dizzy from the blood being drained from her body, he dug his teeth out, licking his lips before he pulled out from her and then buckled his trousers.

When he was done with the maid, he waved her away like she was some garbage, not bothered she might turn unconscious on her way out of the room. Once the maid was out, he fell on his bed with his hand placed over his eyes, shutting them and then opening them to reveal darker-red eyes.

...

Little Aurora found her little feet, striding down the steps that steered to a dark alley where she heard voices, speaking in a hushed tone. She could see a couple on a cloak exchanging words like they were in a disagreement with something placed inside the carriage because the lady on the cloak had kept on directing her fingers to the carriage which was parked to the side. She saw the woman look away when she was sure she was done talking, while the man she presumed to be the woman's husband, angrily stomped onto the carriage to pull out an unconscious little girl, whose face she couldn't see.

She tried walking a bit closer so she could glimpse the little girl's face but no matter how much she tried to look, she couldn't detect her face although the face wasn't covered with a cloak, it still appeared her face was hazy.