Chapter 2 (Rosanna)

"Rosanna! Come here."

I look at the head slave in panic, holding my washcloth tightly. I hope I had not messed up or forgotten to do anything.

Ever since I was sold by my parents to the Marquis's household, I have lived my life like a ghost. Offending a werewolf meant receiving lashed or being beheaded. I was scared but I have to work to be able to survive.

I hope I did nothing wrong.

Dropping the washcloth into the the bucket beside me, I hurry to the head slave. She was in charge of assigning tasks and giving out rations. It looked like someone of great importance had visisted the palace as there has been so much work and the palace was in chaos. 

There was a sense of panic in the air as the slaves looked like there were no rooms for mistakes. Just who was visiting to cause such an atmosphere.

Just last week, the lady had ordered the most expensive oils and accessories to beautify herself. 

A suitor?

I dry my hands and make my way towards he head slave.

"Yes ma'm?" I ask, ensuring to keep my head bowed and my eyes on the floor. She has worked in the palace for years and has earned the trust of the lady. One wrong move and I could be begging for my life.

"Come. You have to clean the room that his majesty the king will be staying in. It will be the first roo in the west wing of thr palace."

His majesty the king?!

Oh no. But I cannot refuse an order from the head slave.

"His chambers must be spotless and try not to leave your scent all over the place as his majesty is sensitive to scents" .

How was I to do that?!!

I was human. How was I to do whether I left my scent hovering in the room?!!

"Hurry now!"

She waves her hand, signalling the end of the conversation and rushes out to make sure other preparations were ready.

"But I...."

It really doesn't make sense that I have to be the one to clean the room. I was not as experienced as the other slaves.

One wrong move, and I could be killed by the king. Dear God. I was only ever assigned to clean the windows. I was too weak and could easily be squashed by a werewolf. At least that's what Peter has told me.

Surviving this would be a victory. On my way to the west wing of the palace, the eyes of a bulky guard follow me. I quickly bow my head and scurry along. There is no way I can meet his eyes. His scary and 10 times my size.

Finally getting to the room safely, I tie my red hair and begin to clean the room. Because it had not been used in a while, there was a lot of work to be done. 

Taking note of the fact that the king was sensitive to scents, I make sure to be careful of the amount of soap to use and make a quick work of dusting and moping. And finally, It was time to change the sheets. The bed was so big that I had to get on it to be able to properlty lay the bed.

I just hope the king does not notice. 

I wonder how big tehe king was. An average werewolf male was 10 times my size and I trust fir the king to be even bigger if the rumours were to be trusted. Werewolf males were very violent and had a thing for having sex.

Turning red at the naught thoughts I was having, I quickly finish up making the bed. Heehee. I haven't even had my first kiss yet and here I was thinking about such nonsense.

Maybe It was because I had stressed myself cleaning the room or the fact I was shit scared of cleaning the king's room but a wave of exhaustion came over me and I fell sound asleep on the bed.

"Rosanna!"

"Rosanna!"

Waking up with a start, I sit up to see the head slave glaring at me.

"How dare you sleep on the same bed that his majesty is going to lay on?!

My heart dropped to my stomach

Oh no!!

What have I done?

I could not control the tears that escaped from my tear ducts.

"Quickly get out of here. The king is on his way. What would have happened If I did not come to check on the room?!"

I did not need to be told twice. scurring out of the bed, I hurridely make my way out of the room with my cleaning tools. I just hope this does not get me into trobule with any of the nobles.

Thank goodness the king himself did not catch me napping on his bed or I would have lost my life for sure. The rumors of the king was more than enough to make me very afraid. I set down the cleaning supplies and make my way to the stables to see Paul.

Peter is my only friend and he was also sold as a slave by his family. I foulnd him cute with his bllonde hair and his freckled face. I did have a little crush on him and I hoped one day, we could be together in freedom. 

Peter sees me and comes up to me.

"Hey Rosie, how was your day today? He asks as we walk together to our secret spot. There was a small lake at the back of the palace that no one ever comes to. 

"I have been tending to horses all morning. It seemes that someone of importance is around?"

Before I have the chance to respond or tell him about my day, we are interrupted by a thunderous roar that sent us to our feet

What was that? What happened? Was someone in trobule? I was so scared. Clingling to Peter, I tembled and cried. Hw tried his best to comfort me but he too was afraid.

"Rosanna! Come quickly! The king has requested for you" The head slave shouted as she came rushing towards us

"The king" Peter asked confused.

"P-Peter I-I-I messed up. I slept on the king's bed" I say with tears in my eyes.

It was then that I was ripped away from Peter by two bulky werewolves. I was hoing to die.

This was it for me.

I brought back to the room I cleaned. The king's room. \

"We have brought her your majesty" Someone says behind me.

"Good you can leave" I hear infront of me.

That must be the king no doubt. His voice was very deep and his prescence was suffocating. There was no way I was getting out alive. I was supposed to get on my knees and beg for my life, but in my shock, I made the bold mistake of looking up and meeting two very cold red eyes.

The king was all man. He was on the bed shirtless and had the most defined body. His veins were pulsing and his  muscles were flexing. 

For some reason, this sight made me weak in the knees. 

I had broken every rule imaginable.

I am sure I will definitely be losing my life.