Sold to a Prince!

"Miss! This glass is empty. Would you like to refill it for me?" 

Sylvia turned around to look at the guest who had called her and saw that he was waving a glass of red wine in the air at her. The man sitting opposite him was looking at her as well.

Both the men looked middle-aged but they were dressed in finely tailored suits and regal ties. They definitely looked like the type who were used to being served and attended to.

Sylvia was confused. She was sure that she had already served them. She had only gone to them after she had served everyone else.

The man who had called her, the one who was waving the glass, Gram, looked at her in anticipation. "What are you waiting for? Come here and refill it for me!" He called out to her again.

Sylvia didn't like their tone and especially the look in their eyes, but she also couldn't say no to them in front of so many people as they were merely asking her to serve them which is what she was supposed to do.

She walked over to the table and nodded. "Of course, my Lords."

The two men smiled at her and they had a strong overwhelming alcoholic stench so she held her breath as she prepared to serve them.

She poured the red wine into the glass and handed it to one of the men with a light bow.

"Ah, you have a beautiful smile on your face." Gram said, looking at Sylvia from top to bottom. 

"Why don't you come sit with us for a while? I can tell that you must be getting tired of walking around here and there. Come here and take a rest." He patted the chair next to him.

Sylvia didn't like the way the man was looking at her and she felt even more uncomfortable when she noticed the man sitting opposite him, looking at her with the same expression, as if they were trying to undress her with their eyes.

Her intuition told her that this was not going to end well and that she had to do something to get out of this situation.

"I'm sorry, my Lords. I am not allowed to sit with you." She said, humbly bowing. She didn't want to create a scene and make everything worse.

"Not allowed to sit with us? What nonsense." The man sitting opposite, Allaster, angrily scoffed. It seemed like they were pretty set on not letting her go.

"I am sorry, my Lords, I have to…" Sylvia didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Gram suddenly leaned forward to grab her by her wrist and pulled her towards him brashly.

Crash!

A loud noise echoed from the tray that fell down with a couple of glasses still on top of it, but even this loud noise was drowned in the merriment of the evening.

Sylvia gasped in surprise. "What are you doing, my Lord? Let me go." The man held her hand quite tightly and no matter how much she tried she couldn't break free from his grasp.

"Come here, girl. You look more intoxicating than the wine. Why don't I have a taste of you?"

"No. Let go of me!" Sylvia screamed at him, trying to twist free from his grasp but he only held onto her tighter. 

She looked around in a panic to see if someone would come to help her but unfortunately, no one was even looking at her as the table was in a corner of the deck and the dimly lit evening also made things worse.

She was about to scream again, this time more loudly when Allaster moved and he quickly covered her mouth, forcing her to sit down on the chair in between the two of them.

Sylvia struggled desperately, trying to kick and scream, when the one on the right side held her jaw tightly and poured a glass full of wine into her mouth, covering her nose.

The strong wine burnt her throat as it slid inside and she coughed violently from the pain.

Before she could recover from this shock, she suddenly felt a hand inside her dress, brushing up against her thigh. 

Sylvia's eyes widened in shock and fear, but she was unable to do anything with the hands holding her down tightly. 

She just couldn't believe that something like this was happening in front of so many people. 

Did no one really see her struggling or they just didn't care because she was just a maid?

She frantically bit the hand that was covering her mouth and shouted 'Ignis' to fight back against the two men.

Immediately, a few sparks of fire materialized in front of her, landing on the cuffs of one of the men, which made him flinch.

"Ouch! You can do magic? What a feisty little treat you are! Ha Ha Ha." 

Her fighting back only made him more excited and riled up and the man eagerly pushed his hand further up, grazing her soft thigh.

The two of them looked at each other, grinning from ear to ear, and exchanged looks. They even winked at her with a cruel expression.

"Come on. Come on. Don't be like this. You will have a good time. We promise."

Then with a face full of glee, the middle-aged man leaned closer to Sylvia, about to take things further, leaving her filled with dread.

However before things could move any further, all of a sudden, the man froze, along with his hand.

Seeing Gram remain still, Allaster was utterly taken aback and stood up in alarm, releasing Sylvia from his grasp.

"Who did this?" He shouted and now, heads turned towards them since it was a nobleman that someone had injured.

Sylvia couldn't care less and turned around to run away from that place when Allaster once again grabbed her hand.

"Whoever did this needs to come forward now and apologize. Else I am slitting this wench's throat right here and now." He shouted.

Sylvia panicked and tried to break free from the man but she couldn't even budge from his grasp. He held her so tightly that her wrists were red and bruised.

"Stop it, Allaster. Don't you have any manners?" A voice sounded behind them, making both Sylvia and the man turned around.

Sylvia gulped seeing that this was the same person who had earlier tried talking to her. She immediately got more tensed wondering if she had just fallen from the frying pan into the fire.

But thankfully, he didn't seem to have any wild intentions. He smiled at her gently and then mumbled something, making the guy who was holding her release her instantly.

"Damn it," Allaster shouted in pain. 

The other party had cast a lightning spell which zapped him at the spot he touched the woman so he had to let her go.

"Rick, aren't you going a little too far just for the sake of this bitch."

"On the contrary, Mr. Allaster. I think that I have been far too lenient." Rick who had helped Sylvia, answered bluntly.

Sylvia quickly moved away from both of them and tried to leave the damned place, when she abruptly halted, coming face to face with the devil and his Lady.

"What's all this commotion here?" Priscella asked, with a sweet smile on her face.

Sylvia didn't look at her. Her gaze directly met the devil who seemed indifferent to her plight. He did not even act like he knew her.

He merely looked at her with a blank expression and then the two of them walked past her as if she was invisible.

"Oh my gosh. What happened here?" Priscella immediately hurried and helped the noble Gram, who had fallen down unconscious. 

She did a quick healing spell and helped him sit back on the chair, giving him some water with a kind smile.

"I am so sorry, Gram. I think there has been some misunderstanding here. Please don't take this issue to the heart." She tried to smooth things over.

"Hmph. What the hell? We were just having a little fun, my Lady. This lowly maid not only created a scene but also gave the wrong impression to others."

"Why did Councilman Mr. Rick have to interfere in our affairs? Just being a member of the council gives him the right to order us around on these small things?"

"I need his permission to even have fun with a damned maid?" Allaster grumbled, rubbing his hand which was still hurting from the electric shock.

"Ah…" Priscella looked a little tongue-tied, but inwardly she was celebrating. She didn't lay this trap but she was glad that Sylvia was dragged into it nevertheless.

However, Councilman Rick, who was the one who had helped Sylvia, stepped forward calmly with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Allaster, I am sure you are aware of the rules of the Kingdom." 

"Unless you can show proof that this woman here is your slave, I am afraid you cannot treat her in that manner."

"What? Why do I need to show you proof? She might or might not be my slave. How is that any of your business?"