"Ah!!"
"Oh, no!!"
"Ow!! It's all over my body!!"
The Princess gesticulated wildly as everyone got alerted.
"Oh, my dress!! My beautiful expensive dress!!" Princess Divale gasped out as though she was about to die right this minute.
The werewolf who had stumbled forward from her feet regained his balance and looked down at the screaming Princess with confusion.
"Your Highness, are you okay?" Master Filen asked in alarm.
"Do I look okay? Look at my body, look at my dress. Oh no, I'm doomed for eternity!" the Princess placed her palm on her face and sighed in dismay.
Beneath her palm, a devious smirk embellished her lips as the plan she had concocted was in motion.
"Apologize immediately to the Princess!! Couldn't you be more careful?! You will be punished for this!" Master Filen yelled at the slave.
The werewolf looked down to the ground with his hands behind his back.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. Please, forgive me" he mumbled under his breath.
"Oh, it's okay, everyone makes mistakes. You don't have to punish him," the Princess said as she fanned her body.
"But Princess, he has committed a major crime, you could have gotten seriously hurt" Master Filen insisted.
"It's okay, I'm not hurt, am I? Please, don't punish him," the Princess said.
The Princess slid her gaze to the werewolf who was staring at her intently with his jaw clenched tight.
She could see in his eyes that he knew she did this on purpose which made her smile as she gave him a wink.
"As you insist, Your Highness" Master Filen bowed.
"Don't you ever make such a mistake again, is that understood?!" Master Filen spat.
"Yes, Master" the werewolf nodded and turned to leave.
"Ah, where to so fast, slave?" the Princess raised her eyebrows.
The werewolf halted midway without turning around.
"Lukel, come back here immediately" Master Filen ordered.
~ooh, so that handsome beast's name is Lukel? Lukel, his name is just as hot as he is~ the Princess thought.
The werewolf, Lukel, turned back and walked down to the Princess.
"Yes, Your Highness," he said reluctantly.
"I won't punish you for this horrid mistake of yours, but certainly you should help me clean my dress up, shouldn't you?" The Princess raised her eyebrow as a small smirk tainted her lips.
"But, Your Highness, isn't that a little-" Master Filen was cut off when the Princess raised her palm towards his direction.
"I wasn't talking to you, was I, Master Filen?" She asked.
"No, Your Highness," he shook his head.
"I asked you a question, Lukel," the Princess said his name with a smile.
"I shall help you clean up your dress," the werewolf bowed his head.
A delightful smile embraced Princess Divale's lips as she heard his response.
"Great. You!" The Princess pointed at one of the servants.
"Get me a clean dress, not a rag like the one you put on, something that is relatively close to what I'm wearing, is that clear?" the Princess ordered.
"Yes, Your Highness" the servant bowed and ran out of the kitchen immediately.
"Now, help me up. My legs are feeling weak from the incident" the Princess said dramatically and placed her hand in the air for the werewolf to take it.
The werewolf mumbled something incoherent under his breath before he reached forward to take her hand.
The Princess jolted up as sparks ignited inside her body as her palm made contact with his.
She rose slowly as her grip tightened around his, never once taking her eyes off his immaculate face.
"Princess, should I send someone-"
"There will be no need for that," the Princess waved her hand to Master Filen before she walked out of the kitchen with the werewolf.
Master Filen frowned deeply at the strange behavior of the Princess.
As soon as they were out of sight from the kitchen, the werewolf was about to yank his hand away but the Princess gripped his palm tightly.
"My legs are still feeling weak, Lukel," she said.
"If I'm not mistaken, the tea poured on your dress and not on your legs, Princess" the werewolf raised his head and stared intently at her.
"But the trauma is making my legs weak," she said and fell to his body dramatically.
"I have never seen someone get a trauma from knocking a cup of tea all over herself" the werewolf rolled his eyes and pushed her away from him.
"What do you mean, Lukel? Are you accusing me of pouring the tea on myself?" The Princess blinked up innocently.
"Yes," he gritted out with a glint.
"Oh, my dear Lukel, how could you say such?" the Princess gasped out.
"You can fool others, but not me," the werewolf hissed.
"Oh, dear, I always knew you were the smart one," Princess Divale tapped his cheek and he glared at her.
"You're right, I did pour the tea all over my body on purpose, care to know why?" the Princess walked around him with a smirk.
"No," the werewolf hissed.
"It's because I needed to gain your attention in any way. You were too busy and I couldn't stand it, so I pulled a little stunt, tell me, wasn't it brilliant?" She batted her eyelashes at him.
"I don't have time for your childish pranks" the werewolf gritted and turned to leave when the Princess grabbed his wrist.
"Ah, where to, my pretty Lukel? Have you forgotten you have to clean up my dress?" She smirked and motioned to her stained dress.
"You can do that yourself" he mumbled and turned to leave.
"Oh, Master! Master!!" Princess Divale called out.
"Come and see how Lukel is being disrespectful!!" She was about to head to the kitchen when the werewolf held her back.
Princess Divale fell to his chest and stuck her body to his with a grin on her lips.
"Yes, honey?" She smiled.
"Follow me," he took her upper arm and dragged her down the hall and Divale followed him with a smirk all the way.
The werewolf took a sharp turn by the right and stopped before a room. He looked down at the Princess who was glued to his arm and frowned.
"You can go and clean yourself up inside there" he detached her from his arm.
"Oh, no, I can't do this on my own, my hands are turning into jelly," Princess Divale rested on the wall with a pout.
"Whether your hands turn into jelly or cotton, I don't care. Do your job so I can have some silence!" the werewolf gritted with irritation on his face.
~ooh, I could listen to his sweet voice all day long~ the Princess gushed.
The Princess focused her gaze behind him and a frown took over her features. She squinted her eyes as she tried to decipher what was behind him.
"I won't fall for your games, Princess" the werewolf scoffed.
"No, wait, isn't that" the Princess pointed and by this time, the werewolf had turned around slightly to check what she was looking at when he felt a grip on his wrist and he was pulled back with force.
In the blink of an eye, he was in a room and the Princess was locking the door.
She had used her vampire strength to pull him back so he wouldn't have the time or chance to retaliate.
"What the-" the werewolf was shocked by the amount of power she used on him.
The Princess successfully locked the door and she turned back as she held the key in her hand with a smirk.
"Give that to me," the werewolf hissed.
"Oh, no, Lulu boy," the Princess shook her head.
"I said give it to me!" the werewolf took a step forward and reached for the key at the same time, the Princess put her hands behind her back.
"Princess, don't make me take it forcefully" he warned.
"Ooh, rough, aren't you? Try me," Princess Divale smirked.
The werewolf advanced towards her and she took a step back to rest her back on the door.
He stopped just right before her and a thin distance was left between them as he stared down at her with his glaring honey-colored orbs.
And all she wanted to do was to close the distance between them.
"Give it to me," he mumbled and kept his voice hard.
"No," she said.
He rests both of his hands on the door as he managed to trap her in between his body and the door.
Then slowly, he leaned down and got close to her ear.
"Princess Divale, for the last time, I ask you politely to hand the key over to me" he whispered into her ears and goosebumps filled her skin just from his voice.
She looked up and got close fo his face, so close that their noses were almost touching each other and she could feel his hot breath on her lips.
Her jade-green eyes met his and the tension in the room went up.
"N, O, no" she poked his nose with her finger and tried to escaped when he gripped her hands back.
"I warned you" he hissed as he took her hands in his.
He opened her fists as he searched for the key but strangely, it wasn't there.
"What-" a frown marred his features as he looked up to a smirking Divale.
"Looking for something?" She gestured to her chest and as instincts, he looked down.
Surely, in between her bosom, lied the key to the room.
The werewolf's jaw went hard.