Sold to a Prince!

The next day morning when Sylvia woke up, she felt ravenously hungry after sleeping so late into the day. 

No one had bothered to wake her up and it was already high noon, with the sun brightly shining outside. She had overslept.

She quickly scurried out of the bed, only to find that she was fully naked, and then turned around to see a towel that had made its way to the floor as she moved in her sleep.

The towel made her shudder and the events of the previous night came crashing down to her brain one after the other.

Sylvia stiffened as she remembered how the man had held her, how he had washed her feet and her legs, how he had ripped the clothes from her body, and how he had pleasured her and touched her naked body.

Her face immediately heated up and became bright red. 

A tingling feeling swept across her body, as she clutched herself tightly with a sweet smile on her lips which were sucked dry the previous night.

Sylvia ran her fingers over her lips reliving the memory of the man's kiss when she suddenly remembered how the night ended as well, making the smile on her face disappear without a trace.

In the end, even after everything she had somehow managed to get not even a single ounce of clarity. Sylvia cursed herself for being so stupid and willful.

Where did all her self-control go??? Until yesterday, she never knew that she had such a side to herself.

The man had promised her nothing and yet she was willing to give him her everything. Not that it was a painful experience. It was in fact an intoxicating pleasure that she had never experienced before.

But was she really such a wild, bold and daring person? Someone who doesn't need commitment from a man to go all the way with him and enjoy herself to ecstasy?

She had always thought of herself as a meek, docile and proper woman, someone who stayed within the lines and behaved with good manners and decency, but what if she wasn't?

Sylvia gulped as she absentmindedly changed into a dress and washed her mouth before stepping out of the room. 

She peered out like a cat and looked right and left to see if anyone was there. 

Luckily for her, no one seemed to be around, so she started walking along the corridor, hoping to run into a maid so that she could join them quietly without making a fuss.

Perhaps even get something to eat from the kitchen as the grumbling sounds her stomach made were getting particularly loud.

It was not just her sexual appetite but her physical appetite had also increased lately, both driving her crazy in equal parts.

Sylvia sighed. She was definitely not a lady now. She was most definitely the type of woman her aunt used to hate and curse, calling names like vixen and witch.

While she was deeply engrossed in her swirling thoughts, someone called out from behind her. "You're up late."

She turned around to see Theodore, dressed in his usual dull clothes and leather armor. She hadn't seen him before which made her wonder where he had come from. 

"Good afternoon, my lord." Sylvia bowed as she stifled a big yawn back inside.

And to make matters worse, her stomach let out another loud grumble, making her blush in embarrassment.

Theodore, however, still had his straight face, with absolutely no sort of reaction. He simply walked up to her and nodded. "Let's go get something to eat."

They both walked together in an uncomfortable silence which made Sylvia inadvertently open her mouth and ask a question. 

"My lord, his highness..." She hesitantly started, when the man quickly cut her short. "His highness is accompanying Lady Priscella for a visit around the hills. He should be back in a couple of hours."

Sylvia didn't know why but she could feel a somewhat hostile feeling from the knight. She didn't know if she had done something to offend him.

Theodore was always so calm and composed that she couldn't get a hint of what he was thinking or feeling. 

Since he was always so quiet, she had never had the chance to talk to him. She only knew that he was always around the prince.

The two soon entered the kitchen and Theodore asked one of the maids to serve them both food. They sat down at a table in the villa gardens and not in the main dining hall.

Soon a maid walked over to them with a trolley and served them platters of warm grilled meat and vegetables, giving Sylvia a pointed look as she did so.

Sylvia, however, couldn't care less. She was deeply famished and she dug into the food without waiting for anything else.

Even though she was eating something greasy as soon as she had woken up, the meat still dissolved in her mouth with a delicious taste and she continued gulping down.

Even surprising herself, she had cleaned out the entire plate in a couple of minutes, her attention fully on her food.

Only when she needed more servings, she looked up to see the maid staring at her with an open mouth.

Theodore, on the other hand, blankly looked elsewhere as he sipped his tea without any concern. His food, as well, was untouched.

Oh? Was he just giving me company? Sylvia pondered inwardly while flashing a big shameless smile to the maid, asking for another helping.

The old maid gnashed her teeth as she knew very well that Sylvia was a mere slave. 

Priscella had in fact made sure to called all the staff for a meeting early in the morning and informed them about some things.

Sylvia didn't know it yet but ever since she stepped out of her room, she had been watched like a hawk, her every small action noted in detail, to be reported to the lady of the villa later.