The Prince's Mistress

"What a pitiful woman," someone said, which made Elena turn her head to see who said something that made her heart feel sad and humiliated.

"Me? Pathetic?" Elena boldly asked something that made the male guard chuckle. There was a laugh that was disgusting to Elena. He had never been humiliated like that by someone in his life, let alone just a lowly bodyguard like the man in front of him.

"Get up quickly!" the man grabbed Elena's arm roughly, ignoring the moans that escaped those thin, sensual lips.

The woman staggered almost toppled over because of how rude the male guard had treated her. Dunno what was going on, Elena was still in a daze. His body felt weak and helpless, where did all the martial arts and acrobatics he had before go.

The male guard kicked the door hard enough to make a sound enough to make people tiptoe. Then, Elena was dragged somewhere, she only found a dark alley. A few meters later, there were people in the room with the barred door.

Elena looked around every street she passed. His eyes widened, he didn't get it wrong. It seemed what he saw was a dungeon. However, something made him feel strange, why the people inside were dressed so old-fashioned.

"Slow bastard!" The male guard jerked his hand away. Elena could only obey, without being able to fight back.

'You lack root! You'll see, I'll pay you back later,' Elena thought while glaring furiously at the male guard.

They came out of the dungeon area, up the stairs which were quite steep with the size that only fit two people crammed into it. Elena could only surrender, following where the guard took her. A few moments later, they were already out of the iron door that connected the outer corridor with the dungeon.

Elena gasped, she could barely contain herself as she looked along the hallway that looked more like a palace. Corridor with buildings made of gray andesite stone. Salmon-colored curtains decorated every corridor of the palace.

"Wait! Where are we going?" Elena braced herself when her arm was already feeling hot from the grip of the haughty male guard earlier.

"You shut up!" snapped the guard who was still dragging him roughly. "Your place is in the harem as a slave!"

"Hah! Slaves! I'm not a slave!" Elena shouted while glaring in annoyance at the guard. He tried to struggle to get out of the grip of the proud male guard's hand, but somehow he still couldn't use his strength.

The two of them had entered the passageway on the inside. There were several guards who looked more like royal soldiers standing around the passage.

"Let go!" Elena started to struggle vigorously, the guard was getting overwhelmed. Elena had almost escaped the guard's grip.

"Insolent you, Slave!" The guard raised his palm up, almost landing it right on Elena's right cheek. However, the guard froze. He couldn't move his hands.

"Don't ever try to slap me!" Elena's voice coldly gripped the guard's hand which was about to slap him.

"Da-dare you!" growled the guard.

"I will do much more than this, if you continue to mistreat me." Elena's teeth were chattering with anger. He slapped the guard's hand. "You don't have to push me to walk, I can walk on my own!"

The guard gasped, only this time he met the slave's pathetic resistance. An innocent and beautiful face, it's just that Ayla is known to be weak. His fellow harems were always torturing him and trying to get rid of him and make him look like an ugly person. So that the princes never glance at her beauty.

The guard gripped Elena's arm again, but more gently than before. Inside, the guard felt strange, the look in the weak girl's eyes seemed to be different. Sharp and piercing, unlike the moment before entering the dungeon, the look in his eyes was full of fear and almost death from being beaten by one of the palace's special harems.

They had arrived at the end of the hall, greeted by two people, a middle-aged man and woman. Standing right in front of the half-oval shaped iron door. Elena's eyes stared at the two people in front of her. A man wearing a brown fur vest, while a woman covers her head like a veil, her face is sinister.

"A very lucky girl. At that time you were on the verge of death," said the woman with a cynical face. Then he grabbed Elena's wrist and led her inside.

When the door opened, Elena's gaze instantly wandered in all directions. He saw a very large room. The dominance of beige color with white and pink curtains.

There are steps like a stage on each right and left, which turns out to be useful as a bed. Seen from the pedestal that lined the head there.

"Hey, look who's coming back to this room!" A loud feminine voice caused Elena to instantly lift her head, because it was coming from above. More specifically, the second floor. A woman with shining blonde hair.

Seen some beautiful women in beautiful silk dresses, as well as colorful headdresses.

"Why is that pathetic slave still alive?" asked the other woman with dark brown hair.

Elena was silent holding back anger, she could only purse her lips and stare intently at the woman with shining blonde hair coming down the stairs. Followed by two women who look the same, beautiful, beautifully dressed with a headdress like a tiara.

"Why? Don't accept?" The woman with her rosy white face leaned right in front of Elena's. "Even though I confirmed yesterday that you died after beating you!"

"But you still see me alive, right?" Elena smiled sarcastically at the girl. "You will never succeed in killing me!"

The girl's blue irises gleamed, holding back the raging rage.

"You! Don't you dare go against me!" The woman roughly grabbed Elena's chin. "Look at the wounds on your face! Indicates how pathetic your life is!"

Elena widened her eyes in surprise, what was wrong with her face. Was it that bad the wound that cut it? Even when he first woke up, he saw many bruises and cuts on his hands.

Elena ignored the words of the woman in front of her. He just laughed out loud, attacking the enemy's mental back.

"You are crazy!" The woman brushed Elena's sharp chin roughly and looked disgusted.

"You're the one with respect!" Elena snapped, lifting her chin. As if challenging the woman in front of him.

"You insolent!" There was a loud sound of a beautiful woman's palm with blue irises pressed against Elena's left cheek, so that Elena's head tilted in the opposite direction. Pain and heat, that's how Elena felt.

Elena couldn't help the rumbling in her chest. While rubbing his cheeks that felt hot, even a thick red liquid appeared from the corners of his lips. Elena stared intently at the beautiful woman with blue irises with a sharp gaze that seemed to pierce the heart.

PLAQUE!!

The sound of a slap back from Elena's palm made the woman in front of her almost fall backwards.

"Damaris, are you all right?" The noise from the room began to attract the attention of the guards outside. It turned out that the beautiful woman with blonde hair was named Damaris.

"You insolent woman!" Damaris' voice made several harems who were looking for her face come and grabbed Elena's hands. Some just watched where he was, not daring to fight the existence of Damaris who was the second prince's special harem. Damaris looked almost ready with her palms flying.

"Stop it!" The loud baritone voice broke the commotion in the room called the Harem.

All bowed, no one even dared to look up. Elena turned around, she saw the appearance of a man who was so manly, tall, even his broad chest could be seen even though he was hidden in an all-black outfit. Elena's gaze was unblinking, the man had a firm jaw with eagle-like eyes. Her thick hair made Elena seem trapped in the darkness.

"Ayla! Down!" I don't know whose voice it was, but it seems that the man in front of him is not a random man.

"Who is this disrespectful Harem!" The man's baritone voice boomed, instantly making Elena flinch and look down.

"Sorry Your Majesty, he's new." A feminine voice could be heard defending him.

"NEVER COMPETE IN THE HAREM!" His voice warned again. "OR I BURN ALL OF YOU!" After saying that, the mysterious dashing man left the room just like that.