Sold to a Prince!

Sylvia paced back and forth restlessly, and with every passing minute, her stomach only grumbled louder and louder.

She licked her lips looking once again at the many bunches of berries hanging on the tree she had tried to climb earlier.

Maybe it was because she was hungry, but they looked extremely tasty and delicious right about now.

"Damn it." Sylvia cursed and bit her nails. If only she could have climbed that damned tree!

"Should I try climbing it again?" 

The question floated in her mind but she quickly shot it down, not willing to go through that ordeal again.

After a while, she could only sigh and sit back down, at least providing her poor body with the warmth of the fire.

Her eyes flickered ever so often to the man taking a swim in the brook and his broad shoulders but she was too hungry and didn't look twice at him.

As her eyes restlessly wandered here and there, she couldn't help but notice the bow and arrow she had used earlier lying on the ground near their bags and others things.

Sylvia's eyes twinkled as she suddenly thought of an idea…

A few minutes later… 

Mikel ruffled his wet golden locks as he stepped out of the brook, water dripping from his perfect physique.

He muttered a few words under his breath, all the wetness drying out instantly, including his hair and his trunks which were now bone dry.

His black irises then searched for the woman whom he was not yet done punishing when an unexpected scene caught his eyes.

Sitting underneath the tree, with her long silver hair fluttering in the wind, Sylvia had her hands and her mouth filled with ripe green berries.

There were also a dozen or more berry bunches lying on her lap.

Mikel chuckled at this ridiculous sight, unable to hold back his laughter.

He didn't both wearing his shirt and his pants back and walked directly over to the woman who looked smug and content as if she had achieved something.

Mikel was in fact well aware of what she had done. It was not really a mystery to him. 

He had already seen the bow and arrow lying on the ground next to where she was sitting, leaning on the tree trunk.

He was indeed impressed by her quick thinking and her presence of mind, but right now he was far too distracted by other things to pay attention to that.

The woman's mesmerizing face was smeared with berry juices all over making her look extremely funny.

She had a green mustache, she had a green beard and she even had green cheeks. Just how hungry was she! Mikel chuckled.

He couldn't help but feel the urge to walk over to her.

He stopped in front of her, gazed into her bold blue eyes which weren't trying to disguise the smugness in them, and squatted next to her.

Hmph! Sylvia scoffed as she gazed back at him triumphantly. 

Look here jerk! Even though you didn't bother to feed me, I already ate my fill. How do you like that?!

But her courage slowly started diminishing with every passing second the man spent staring at her, squatting in front of her.

Mikel chuckled as he extended his hand, grabbing a berry that she was holding in her hand.

"What a good little slave you are." He grinned and plopped the fruit in his mouth.

He then leaned closer, his eyes lingering on her green lips, making Sylvia freeze, but then much to her relief, decidedly leaned back without doing anything.

"Thanks for the hard work." Mikel chuckled and got up, but not before scooping up all the leftover berries in her lap.

He then walked over and sat beside the fire, plopping the fruits into his mouth, one by one, his gaze teasingly lingering on the sullen girl ever so often.

Sylvia bit her lips and turned away. 

She had at least managed to fill her stomach before the man plundered her berries. So she could only console herself with that small victory.

A few more minutes passed and Sylvia had almost dozed off leaning against the tree when a familiar voice returned to her side.

"Slave gal, I am back."

Great! Sylvia rolled her eyes while squeezing out a weak smile. 

She shifted her eyes to see Theodore and Mikel busily talking with each other in hushed voices.

She furrowed her brows and tried her best to listen in on their conversation but she couldn't hear anything.

Sylvia sighed, focusing her attention back at the little devil who was now squatting in front of her.

"Slave gal, come make the bed." He tugged at her arm with his chubby fingers and dragged her over to the fireplace.

Both Mikel and Theodore stopped talking as soon as Sylvia and Cassius neared them.

Mikel smiled at the little kid, his usual warm gentle smile, and gave him some berries.

My berries! Sylvia pursed her lips, feeling extremely wronged.

And as she longingly gazed at them, three loud thuds sounded near her.

Sylvia turned around to see that Theodore had taken out and thrown onto the grassy ground, three feathered quilts.

Ha? She blinked. She couldn't believe that these guys actually brought over such sophisticated things.

The differences between the lifestyles of the commoners and the nobles and the royal families were staggeringly different, to say the least.

Sylvia sighed and started arranging the things. While she tidied up the place removing any twigs lying around and whatnot, Mikel lazily yawned and the little kid munched on her berries, but weirdly Theodore made small holes in the ground burying some sort of sparkling gems.

Sylvia glanced at his actions from the corner of her eyes as she continued setting up the beds.

There were only three beds so it was not too difficult to guess where she would be sleeping for the night, but Sylvia didn't mind.

She laid on the rough forest ground, her silver hair sprawled on the green grass.