Dust Of Lust

Chapter.6*Behind The Tree*

I found it hard to believe Prince Luke could ever be nice to anyone. Everybody is pretty much bound to stay in the hut after that when Prince Luke was on the round. And then the day of the carnival arrived. I wasn't expecting anything good anymore after my little encounter with Prince Luke.

"Can you hurry up? ” My mother gently hit me with her elbow to speed up filling the trays of food to serve the Royals, who had finally done enjoying the few shows we villagers have performed for them. The Royals were now sitting across a long table that my father and DeShawn have built especially for them.

“That is Princess Marion!” Kanika whispered in my ear, hardly managing the drinks in the beautiful glassware on the tray in her hand.

“She is beautiful,” I uttered back, balancing the tray in my hand and walking up to the Royals, one by one, and offering them food. The three Royal families were chattering and having discussions while we were serving them with empty stomachs.

“Thank you so much,” It was Princess Marion, who replied very sweetly, almost catching me off guard. They were not known to thank us. She had this beautiful black skin and very enchanting, dreamy eyes that she grabbed everyone’s attention whoever passed her.

I kept moving from one person to another around this huge dining table. What’s sad was that all the villagers, the working families what they call, were gathered around them and watching them feasting on delicious food. The lunch was organized in an open ground in the village for the workers to enjoy the sight of the Royals munching on enticing food.

“Ah, Filth!” I heard a comment from Lord Baldwin when Kanika accidentally brushed against his chair in order to reach Lord Baldwin’s wife Lady Grace.

They were the Royals called Baldwins. They were known for being too ruthless and no wonder, they were mean. They were the ones causing the most problems and then there were Hunters, they are pretty messy too.

There were three royal families, The Hunters, The Baldwins, and the Light House Royals.

Princess Marion and Lord Albert from the lighthouse were really polite and gentle with their actions. Their workers were the ones that were happiest and would not hear a single word against the Royals since they were never mistreated by their masters.

When everybody else was gathered around the Royals, I walked away to divert my mind from the harshness of the hunters.

As I kept walking away from the open ground, I noticed there was someone perched behind a big oak tree. I wondered who it was as from what I knew; all were present with the royals.

“I think you are also done the with bullsh*t of these Royals,” I voiced from afar, approaching the person, 

“Those idiots are shoving their faces with food like pigs, what a morons!” I reached the tree and peeked behind it with a wide smile plastered on my face.

My smile swiftly replaced with an expression of shock and embarrassment when my brain concluded that the person I’ve spat in front of was not any worker, it was none other than the Royal himself.

Prince Warrick!

My gulp was louder than the smacking noises Lady Grace was making back on the dining table. Prince Warrick was in his usual clothes, the black long tailcoat with raised collars and a loaf of bread in his hand that he was chewing with his mouth closed.

“I am so sorry, Oh My God!” I stepped away and bowed down in a flash movement.

Well,

He remained silent. I lifted my face and saw his face tilted to the side and his eyes stuck on my face. His deep stare made me lower my face again.

“I am so sorry; I did not mean to say that,” I repeated with an urge of forgiveness this time. He was resting under the tree with his one knee up and the other leg resting straight on the grass. He had a loaf of bread in his one hand and the other hand was resting freely.

“They have no table manners,” it was the first time he spoke in those few minutes and I can’t lie that his voice was the most beautiful melody my ears have ever heard. There was a calmness in his tone, his words were as smooth as butter.

It was his comment that made me feel less guilty and slowly regain my posture.

“My lord, I will go get you some food,” It was then I noticed how simple his diet was. If Madam Noella saw her precious son eating what we workers eat, she will wipe clean the whole village.

“I am already eating food,” he replied very calmly. He took another bite and one could tell he was admiring the taste of something as simple as a loaf of bread.

He cut the bread In half and pulled his hand out to offer me one half. I immediately took a few steps back and shook my head with a weak smile.

“I can’t accept that,” eating with the Prince was going to be a bigger deal than breaking other rules.

“Is it something we workers did wrong?” I inquired very politely, my hands were tied behind my back in order to not make any gestures or movements that might upset the Royal Highness.

“What?” he gave a little jerk to his one brow and raised it when he failed to understand my question.

“You are not seated with the others?” I added.

Talking to him did seem weird as he was this handsome, nice clothes, a very charming prince and I was in my regular white knee-length dress with my hair all over my shoulder and back, but then there was something different about him that made me not panic when talking to him.

His nature was very calm, almost intoxicating.

“I Don’t like it when one person feasts while the other watches with an empty stomach,” his statement was simple, but it gave my skin goosebumps when he slowly offered me half bread again and this time, I couldn’t resist but to think about accepting it.

A/N:

Q: Thoughts on this chap?

Q: What do you think about Lord Baldwin? 

Au Revoir.