The prince looked at me with a knowing smirk out of his golden mask, and he said, "You honestly don't feel a thing for them, do you? Don't you want to spend a night with them? I can set up a meeting with the one you like the most."
His words only made me suspicious. Why did he want me to hook up with someone?
I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and whispered, "No, I don't want that."
The prince stared at me silently, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, like he was trying to understand me. He backed away from me and sat in his chair. He held a glass of wine in his cup and took a sip.
I continued to stand on my feet, and my feet were getting sore the more I stood. The prince seemed to notice my restlessness, and he said with a slight frown, "Sit down."
I was relieved and pulled out of the chair, but the prince stopped me when he raised his hand in the air. "No, sit by my feet. Slaves don't have the right to sit in the chair."
