23. Lowly Human Slave.

Winifred found it hard to wake up, it was as if she had to fight to get her eyes open, and even after that she struggled to get out of the couch she had spend her night on. After the altercation between she and Arthur the previous night, the man had simply stormed out of the room. She didn't have enough courage to sleep on his bed as she kept thinking that he would come back and seeing her on his bed might send him the wrong signal or simply annoy him further. But seeing that she had woken up and he was still nowhere in the room, she got on his bed and pulled the covers on her, submerging even her head underneath.

Not wanting to think about her life or anything that has to do with it, she decided to sleep for some more time when she heard someone enter the room. She hoped so much that it wasn't Arthur and as if wanting to clear her doubts, she pulled down the cover to see the same lady from the previous night entering the room.

While she continued to act as if she were asleep, Winifred heard her walking around the room and even when the head of Servants caught sight of Winifred, she was quick to know that she was only pretending to be asleep. She scoffed  and proceeded to fold the clothes she had brought inside but left it right at the table without going to open the closet that led to clothes. She  didn't bother to greet Winifred and instead turned away her face like she didn't even exist.

"Excuse me," Winifred cleared her throat, trying to gain her attention. "Excuse me, but do you know where he is?"

Florence took a few seconds of her own to respond back, turning her face towards her, "who is he?" came out the short reply.

"The uhm, the prince. I think his name is Arthur?" Winifred guessed.

Florence gasped at the fact that she literally just said his name without any respect but composed herself and then ignored her.

"I do not know and I am not subjected to speak with a lowly human slave like you." She finally replied.

Lowly human slave? Winifred's eyes squinted. She didn't understand why this lady or woman just kept having issues with her, she hadn't even done anything wrong to her and all she did was always give her cold shoulder and try to belittle her since she set her eyes on her. One would think she was the reason for whatever misfortunes she was in.. She decided to dive into the matter and try to get to the bottom of it, "what exactly.is your problem with me? And how are you even better than me? Aren't you in a maids outfit and apron right now too?" She asked, starting the lady who was glaring at her.

Florence was dressed in a dress and an apron was tied around her waist. She was on the skinny side and she had brunette hair and pale skin. She was born an omega but had managed to climb a little up the ladder and head something in the lycan palace. The more Winifred looked at her, the more she was confused that this lady had nothing that made her better or higher  than she was in any way, Winifred was prettier, curvier and kinder than she was with the way she was behaving so why she thought she was better than her was beyond her.

"Listen, you dumb and ugly human, just because the first prince bought you for a ridiculous amount of money and is allowing you to sleep in his room doesn't give you any leverage over anyone, it is a known fact that you're of the lowest rank right now and you have absolutely no right to speak to anyone in a condescending manner. You're just a human and a slave one at that. Know your place!" Florence lectured, eyeing Winifred profusely.

From her words, Winifred was finally able to decipher what her problem was. She was obviously jealous, she couldn't even hide it, "You know, you can call me anything but ugly. I'm well aware of my charm so calling me ugly simply justifies the fact that you're envious." She replied her, confidently.

"Envious of what? You? A human? A slave? You wish!" Florence huffed.

"You keep calling me a slave yet here you are cleaning up after that same slave while she takes her beauty rest, isn't that ironic?"

"Oh please! You will be killed before you can even think, you're just here for sexual desires and will be used as a gift for vampires pretty soon, don't flatter yourself." With that, she got up and got out of the room.

As soon as she did, another maid walked in with a tray of food and fruits. Winifred had been hungry for far too long that when the food was placed in front of her, she couldn't resist it and pounced on the food before taking spoonfuls into her mouth and swallowing it.

The maid stared at her in shock as she kept eating, "what is your name?" She asked. Winifred instantly stopped eating and raised her head to finally look at the maid who had just spoken to her, in a kind and calm way at that, she was starting to think everyone in the palace had a grudge against her or something and she was glad that this maid had succeeded in rendering what she thought wrong.

"I'm winifred." She replied.

"Nice to meet you, Winifred, can I call you Winnie instead?" The maid asked, maintaining her calm demeanor.

"Uh... no problem." Winifred responded, feeling giddy about making a new friend.

"Okay, Winnie. My name is Martha."

"Uhm.. hy Martha. Can I uh... get another plate of food?" Winifred asked, Martha looked down at her plate and was shocked to see the plate as clean as a washed one.

"I'm really sorry, Winnie, but I don't make the rules here, you're a slave and slaves only get little meals...even maids don't  get to ask for a second serving." She explained packing the plates and attempting to leave.

Winifred grunted.

Just when Martha was about to open the door and step out of the room,, Winifred stopped her, "uh... Martha? Do you know where the prince might be?"

"Which of the princes? First prince or crown prince?" Martha questioned.

"That's confusing, shouldn't the first prince be the crown prince by default?"

"That's non of our business, Winnie. Answer the question, I have a lot to do today, please.

"The more handsome and built one?" Winifred replied.

"What? The icy prince?" Martha quickly guessed.

"Ugh! So many names!" Winifred snapped.

"Sorry, I meant prince Arthur?" Martha quickly corrected herself.

"Finally! Yes, him."

"I have no idea but you can use the bathroom and change to  the clothes on the sink in there, and also don't try to run away. Nobody in this palace condones something like that. They'll find you and then punish you in the worst ways possible, you'll regret ever even thinking of it."

"I will keep that in mind, thank you." Winifred thanked her as she took the tray of empty plates outside the room, exiting while leaving her all alone. Again.

Winifred went to the bathroom immediately, taking her bath as quickly as she could and then changing out of the dress she was in into another one. She was already back on the bed and about to lie down again when Arthur walked in.

"Get up and follow me." He commanded causing her to jump off the bed on impulse, "what? Why? Where are we going?" She questioned earning a glare from Arthur.

"You'll see, stop asking questions. I ask the questions, I lay out the instructions and all you need to do is answer. By the way, the people you're about to meet aren't exactly patient so I'll watch my actions and my mouth if I were you, unless you're ready to be killed in the worst way possible."