Queen Luna is behind this, isn't she?

"Get to work." The head guard instructed. We all dispersed to our various posts.

"Do it wisely! Work fast! Move!"the guards pushed through the field, chanting the usual foreword at us.

Even though I was working, my pace was slow. But when I saw one of the guards approaching, I feigned agilely, working at a faster pace.

"Ouch." someone cussed under her breath beside me and I almost flinched back when I saw a vine had slit up her index finger.

I know her from the Fionna and from the little I know, she was brought here as a slave on the same day I was captured.

"They mustn't see that."I told her and she looked at me for a second before taking her face away, blowing on the finger and whimpering.

I quickly took the hem of my gown in one hand and cut a small shred from it.

"Bring it forward."I slowly mumbled and she quickly did.

As I wrapped it up tightly for her, she winched. Looking around for any prying eyes, I finally tied the small piece of the cloth into a knot.

"T.. thanks."I can see she managed to say as she withdrew the hand from my hold.

We got to work but I could still hear her sobs and my heart ached a little, Knowing fully that once any of the guards found out, they would see this as an excuse for her not wanting to work and punish her even more.

"Hey, don't cry. C'mon, try pressing it in."I consoled and she nodded, taking in her lips and sobbing inwardly as she got back to work.

This looks exactly like spending a life in prison. Whereas, a prison is better than this so-called place. As my father was the Alpha king's counselor, I thought everything was all rosy. 

Never have I imagined myself to be here.

~~

I stood before the mirror after dressing up. The brown maids' clothing in the form of a gown made a mockery of my situation. My pale skin, dull brown eyes, dirty appearance all spelt the ugly truth that says 'dirty' to my face.

I hate this. I hate my life. I hate myself right now.

Had I known, I should have stayed back with my father and died with him instead. It would have been better and less work and embarrassment than the life I am living as a slave here.

The door to the cabin of wild animals that I live in was opened and I turned around to see Betsey, the most arrogant of the maids, peeping her head in.

A bitter chuckle emitted her lips when her eyes found mine.

"Hey duckling. I believe you weren't supposed to be told before you know you should go prepare prince Aiden's meal upon his arrival."My chest heaved up and down in anger at her and I almost grumbled when she triumphantly jabbed her hand in the air and chuckled before leaving.

Perfect, she has now seen the effect she has on me.

I maneuvered my way to the kitchen, and caught a glimpse of Betsey all into her dirty bed sheets, sleeping. My eyes bored holes in her as I walked past. 

What a meanie!

Of course, why won't she have her beauty sleep when she's given me her cooking task again like some other days. I hope she chokes on a grape in her dream and dies.

I stopped my foot by the kitchen's doorstep as I watched the head maid, Daisy, already serving the said meal into dishes. I sighed in relief and turned to walk away when I stopped, my sight drooping like I had just seen an unbelievable nightmare.

Daisy pours more of the silver bane into the food before wrapping up the small foil paper and tucking the rest down her chest. 

While she tightened her bra straps, I stylishly stepped back and walked my way down the hallway. I stomped off to my cabin but halted when I felt the purring of my wolf.

'Cisca, let's help!'

'Conscience Cisca, conscience!'

'Silver banes are very powerful and kill one wolf to weaken its owner. If something actually happens to prince Aiden, his blood will partly be on our neck.'

That was enough to have me bounce my feets to a start and run to the dinning hall. Daisy was out of sight by the time I got there, I only saw the sumptuous varieties of dishes arranged on the round shaped table by her.

Prince Aiden- There he was seated and looking all dazzling and charming that I could have started drooling if there wasn't a particularly more meaningful reason I was even here in the first place.

Clatters against the dishes had me puffing out a breath from my lungs as I casually strolled towards him. He set his cutleries into the pasta sauce and cheese from underneath and after scooping a forkful of it, he leveled it up the way to his mouth.

*Stop!"I practically screeched, slapping his hand and watched as the fork dropped back on the pasta.

Like a soldier having a call of duty, I faced my main deal and started taking all the dishes with me. I arranged it all one by one upon the other before setting to leave but not until the ground below my feets shook.

Shaking my head in haste, I picked up my footsteps again and when I had thought I was finally out of the dinning hall, a hand grabbed me by the arm and my blood pulsed.

"I said stop!"Came an animalistic growl from him.

~~~

"Whip her! Get blood out of her!" The first queen, Riley, vehemently yelled at the guards and they followed her order. My body kept jerking forward with each strike of the whiplash. My mouth will fidget as it awaits the next stroke, the next, the next, the next, and the next as it's continuous- It might never end.

My hands were hanging up the hardwood ceiling, straining my tired arms.

My wolf was fuming in anger inside of me as it begged to be unleashed. He wanted to take over but I kept pushing him back. 

I know I could fight back but that will only worsen the situation.

I was released after hundreds of whiplash. Of course, I was counting my misery and didn't even skip a whip from it.