Sold to a Prince!

Sylvia had no idea when she finally fell asleep.

With the devil's big hands tightly wrapped around her, she could barely breathe, let alone fall asleep.

Her heart hammered loudly without a break and she was wide awake until late in the night, but the man laying next to her didn't move, and neither did she.

And eventually, the man's warmth and his smothering grasp combined with her own tiredness lulled her into a deep sleep.

After hearing her breathing become more steady and calm, Mikel grinned at the girl in his arms. 

"Weren't you so terrified of me, just now? And now you are sleeping so peacefully?"

"Must be nice to be you." As someone who had a hard time falling asleep, Mikel was envious of his beautiful pillow.

He chuckled, taking another long whiff of the woman's neck. He then pulled her even more closer, falling asleep along with her.

When Sylvia woke up the next morning, she found herself alone on the bed. The man sleeping beside her was no longer there and a soft sigh of relief escaped her lips.

She then quickly jumped out of the bed as if it was on fire and ran out of the room. 

She decided to get the hell out of there before the devil returned back, not that she could really get away from him in a sense that mattered.

She dashed out hurriedly, climbing down the several flights of stairs, and then crossed the few guards standing around.

Sylvia gulped lightly pausing her steps but she saw that none of the guards paid any attention to her. They did not spare her even a glance.

So she took a deep breath and ignored them in return, continuing to run out of the devil's lair.

A few seconds later, she finally reached the ground floor, now completely out of the devil's private section of the castle. She couldn't help but feel more at ease.

She then let out a long sigh and turned around the corner, when Sylvia's slender figure unexpectedly ran right into someone else, their heads slightly knocking together.

"Ouch." Sylvia winced.

"What the hell?" The other party shouted.

Sylvia looked up to see Ana staring down at her in anger and annoyance. "Can't you even see where you are going?" The maid scolded her.

"I am so sorry, Miss Ana," Sylvia muttered helplessly, though she was sure that this was not her fault.

"Keep your sorries to yourself. What the hell are you doing running around like this?"

"It's already so late and you are still in your previous day's clothing? Did you just now wake up?"

"Ummm…" Sylvia bit her lips nervously. "That… I am sorry. Yesterday, I was kneeling on the floor as punishment." She mumbled something else, unwilling to speak out loud about what actually happened.

"Heh." Ana crossed her hands, sneering at the young girl. "It's useless to cook up these lies. Don't think that I didn't see where you were coming out from just now!"

"Kneeling? Hmph. Did you kneel down on his majesty's bed?"

Sylvia immediately stiffened upon hearing the maid's cutting words. The thing that she was implying was not really that subtle.

She being a slave and Ana being a maid, the woman probably had a better standing than her, but that didn't mean that Sylvia was going to let her talk down to her like this.

She gazed at Ana back and calmly muttered. "If you saw where I was coming from, then why did you walk into me? Is your eyesight failing you these days, Miss Ana?"

Ha? The maid was surprised at her reaction. She didn't think that the bamby-like girl would actually talk back to her.

"Maybe I purposefully ran into you? So what? Are you too tired from bending over backward to please his highness?"

Sylvia shook her head helplessly. She was still far from being rattled. "What a vicious tongue you have, Miss Ana? You seemed to lack any manners whatsoever."

"Are you perhaps saying that you won't bend over backward to please his highness if he asked for it?"

"Or are you perhaps gossiping about the Prince's private bedroom affairs and slandering his name?"

"How should I report this behavior of yours? Hmmm?" She raised her brows and calmly waited for the woman to respond.

Sylvia's every word was on point and the maid suddenly found herself cornered. 

She didn't know what had happened the previous night but it looked like the slave was riled up like a rabid dog for some reason. So she decided to stop making things worse. 

Besides, the prince obviously seemed to have a thing for her at least right now and if the bitch decided to report her after all, then she would be the one in trouble.

Hmph. I will wait till he uses you and then throws you out like the dirty rag you are. She cursed Sylvia inwardly and coldly snorted.

"Shut up and stop spouting made-up nonsense. No one will believe you."

"And unless you are becoming the princess of this castle, shouldn't you be working right now?"

"Go and tend to the beast stable on the castle grounds and stop wasting my time." Ana angrily scoffed and walked away without waiting for Sylvia to reply.

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Just because she is a little beautiful, she dares to act so arrogantly."

"Fucking slut. Damned slave." Ana angrily muttered curses as she headed out to tend to the gardens.

Jenny saw her coming and waved at her. "What's gotten your panties in a bunch so early in the morning?" The young woman giggled and teased her.

"Stop it, Jenny. I am already in a very bad mood." Ana grumbled.

"Ha? What happened?" She asked again, in a more serious tone. 

"Didn't our plan go well yesterday? We didn't even have to serve that Priscella bitch. So why are you still upset?"

The duo had purposefully worn skimpy outfits yesterday so that Jane would send them away and not make them serve the dinner guest.