3 Chapter 2

A long time ago, when the kingdom of Newar was still in the beginnings of its rise, a legend floated around that humans who occupied the kingdom's throne would often mingle with the blood of Faeryes. Now Faeryes were not just what you expect them to be, they were so much more. They were superhumans in the sense that they possessed extreme power. And they chose to commingle with the Newarians. 

Though the empire of Newar has by now extended over to all sides of the world; over the seas, the deserts, and the tropical jungles. Newar once had its humble beginnings tucked away into the cover of the snowy peaks of the Givre mountains and was dubbed the Snowladden Kingdom of the North and it was just a mere underdeveloped outcast kingdom shied away and folded among the corners of the icy peaks of Givre. 

Its remote location made it easier for the Faeryes to chance upon the humans and they warmed up to them in seclusion. Oh how they mingled, they danced and pranced beautiful intricate moves with sparkles falling from the tips of their hands and feet. And how they relished in exchanging each other's knowledge. And the humans danced and danced until they fell in love. And some of Faerye's blood fell along the blood of humans as they procreated, mostly the kings and the royal blood.

It is due to this that there is still Faerye blood running through the Royals presently and some select citizens of Newar. of all, Prince Erasmus Eric has been the only one who has manifested with the strongest of all Faerye blood and has shown his power to summon and control the very peaks of Givre mountain from the tips of his fingers— he could conjure and shoot icicles from his hands and control them at will.

"So?"

"SO?" Madam Supervisor repeated with incredulous shock running through the timbre of her voice, did this girl say so?

"What does that have to do with the Miss from just before?" Mary questioned her, as she continued to wipe the bowls dry with the muslin cloth.

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"Don't you see! Prince Eric is the glorious supreme successor of our magnificent King Lemarke. He is the only one fit to seat themselves upon the golden throne of Newarfa! I brought that boy up." Madam Supervisor Ila seethed as she gripped the roll of newspaper in her hand tightly. Mary wondered why she was so angry.

"I see, Madam Supervisor!"

"And yet! And yet he dares to court such a lowly unknown lady of such breed. You can see it on her face that she doesn't belong in Newar, not a blood of Newar runs in her features! It's rumored that he's picked her up from among a random group of drudges! Have you seen her, such dark gloomy fellow and such vile eyes that dare to shine on anyone she casts her eyes on? What a revolting creature! Just the worst I have ever met and she dares to parade herself around like that! Disguised in front of the plain eyes as a maid and yet she doesn't dare to lift a finger to wipe the dust off the gold in Newarfa! How convoluting!"

"Yes, Madam Supervisor but I-i believe that you have issues regarding that lady." Mary muttered, sinking her shoulders in.

"Issues! No, you little lamb. You don't see the issue. We work and toil in this castle to keep it glittering and gilded but she! She dares to showcase herself as a good-for-nothing leecher, beaming and throwing the fact that her lover is the crown prince in our faces while we, the real maids toil away our limbs until they tire of the scrubbing and rubbing. And she has the guts to act benevolently by offering such meager and self-gratifying help sometimes that won't dare fill in naught for all the neglect she has caused. How dare she!"

"I see but I don't quite understand the issue. So what if the Crown Prince loves her? That's exactly why she's being pampered with."

"Oh you little lamb, you are still fresh among these walls. For now, you shall scrub the tarred poys and pans to be spick and span throughout the night. You shall see soon that the vile creature doesn't have to do that and you shall then understand.

But Mary didn't understand and she didn't want to understand either. She didn't know Sorine's name but she didn't comprehend the hate that Madam Supervisor gave to Sorine. So what? 

So what if a Prince pampers her? Why hate her for that? For all, she knew she would get on the good side of that lady and enjoy the little ministrations that she got from it. That's what she would do. She rather envied Sorine instead for what she had. The crown prince is a really blessed person to have in your life.

Yes, he is.

THUD! 

Her back hit the surface of the mattress and sunk into the softness of his. A gentle breath escaped her lips as she felt his hands mapping across the skin under her clothes. She is wearing a simple maid outfit; a plain black dress underneath above it is layered with a frilled white apron that now laid waste across the floor of the room. He takes in measured breaths as his lips caress her throat, traveling up and down with an occasional trail of kisses being showered as he went by.

"Disappearing from my sight? Hm? Don't you ever make me feel like this again, my love?" He warned, grabbing a fistful of her dark brown hair and she gasped at the sudden grip, her head tilted back. She managed to nod slowly despite the tight grip of his fist.

"So scared, I was so scared." He tells her, his hands sliding down and feeling her curves under his palms. The sensation of her skin loosened his limbs and he relaxed slightly. Lust shimmered in his eyes as he flicked his vision down across her form and her breath was caught in her throat. It's still there, it's always there. The effect he has on her and it feels as though it will stay between them forever.

"It's just you and me. That's all that matters in this room. Nothing else. Nothing."

Her stomach knotted with butterflies as she felt her hard form brushing against her thigh with his steady weight on top of her. It comforted her like always and like always, it is home for her. He covered his lips over hers, molding into her as he swallowed all of the moans that erupt from her when he makes contact with her heated core. Whatever erupts from her throat, he took it in as his own. 

"Mine, so mine."

It was like he had taken over her, possessed her very soul, and curled it around his own. She felt as if she would belong to him for eternity and when she felt his hard length rubbing along her wet spot, the ache building in her lower stomach would take over her and a slow soft guttural moan erupted from her when he pushed his hard member into her soft hot cavern.

"Oh, God." She gasped and the sweat stuck between them, bringing their skin together. His breath was fanning across her skin, his heat that filled her up to the brim and the smooth thrust of his hips.

She belonged and she once believed that it would last an eternity.