Chapter [03]

Enormous doors opened before me, and I seemed to be in a fantasy. The first steps inside the palace were enchanting, and the blue walls bestowed a soothing feeling. The hung paintings were exquisite, and the colorless tiles conveyed a sense of success. A butler bowed, "Welcome home, Prince Beaumont."   Peering at my side, "Royalty?" "Surprise."

A stunning man stood head high and gazed upon us. "Who is this, Beau?" "Father, this is Hosuh. A homeless child who requires shelter-" Beaumont's father glared at me. "You dare use my SON to-" Beaumont protected me, "Father, I offered Hosuh-" "Beaumont, he has a mouth. Let him put it to use."

Beaumont agreed, "What could you possibly have that would entice me to benefit you?" King Cunningham laughed. He's correct... What do I own? The only value on me is the clothes his son paid for... My lips quivered, fingers grasped my attire, and I could feel my face burn in humiliation. Shortly a thought came to mind, "Me, my body has value."

"Are you-" "I am not royalty- far from it. However, I'm a young, strong boy who is capable of any task desired." I bowed. "Remove your garments." Beaumont stood in front of me.  "Wait!"

"UNHAND ME!" A butler tried to tear my suit off. "IT'S THE KING'S ORDERS!" I shoved him realizing, King Cunningham was observing. "Marco- tend to Beaumont. I can manage here." "Yes, Sir. Careful." He fled, leaving me with the King, "I command you to undress-NOW!" Slipping the vest down my shoulders- I received a gasp. I took a seat and felt a painful sensation down my spine.

"Are you involved in magic?" "No, never. This was a mistake..." He continued to touch my back, forcing me to cry. "Would you like to make a deal?"