Chapter 114:
Makenna’s POV:
After Lily hid, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves before opening the door. The last thing I needed was an unexpected guest who would complicate things further.
When I finally opened the door, relief washed over me—it was just a maid standing there.
Positioning myself carefully in the doorway to block any view inside, I asked, “Is there something you need?”
The maid seemed completely unaware of anything out of the ordinary. With a respectful nod, she handed me a beautifully crafted dress. “Miss Dunn, the king has ordered that you wear this dress to the wedding tomorrow.”
I blinked, surprised. “Isn’t it just a wedding? Why all the…”
After all, I wasn’t getting married.
The maid remained impassive, explaining steadily, “His Majesty insists that, as the sex slave, you must represent the Lycan name with dignity. Furthermore, since Gamma Frank is currently in the king’s favor, your appearance should reflect that.”
Her words left me feeling a sense of heavy reluctance, but I had no choice but to accept the dress.
“Thank you,” I said, forcing a smile. “Please convey my gratitude to the king.” I closed the door and returned inside, my heart weighed down by the conversation.
Once the maid had gone, Lily emerged from her hiding spot.
Her eyes immediately locked onto the exquisite dress I was holding, and I could see the envy in her gaze. “I didn’t know there were such perks to being a sex slave. The king sends you dresses?”
I sighed, feeling the need to shatter her naïve assumptions. “It’s not what it looks like, Lily. Being a sex slave isn’t glamorous. To them, we are nothing more than tools for breeding.”
As I spoke, I couldn’t help but recall Leonardo’s cold expression when he discovered I had difficulty conceiving.
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The memory only deepened my sense of despair. This place felt like a cage, and if I ever found a way out, I wouldn’t hesitate to escape.
But Lily seemed unconvinced by my words. Instead, she asked, “How did you end up here? What does it take to become a sex slave?”
Her question took me by surprise, and I looked at her, concerned. “Do you want to become a sex slave?”
Lily’s face flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly shook her head. “No, no, I’m just curious.”
I sighed again, trying to warn her away from any such thoughts. “You should never think that way. Being the prince’s sex slave might seem glamorous, but our lives are controlled by others. Few people truly respect us.”
I really couldn’t understand why anyone would want to live this life. Here in the palace, you constantly had to be on guard, your personal freedom was nonexistent, and even your body wasn’t your own. The princes could claim you whenever they wished, and what should be considered a crime was normalized under this title.
I dreamed of escaping this place, of finding a life where I could be free.
Lily nodded, though I wasn’t sure if she really understood or believed me. She just murmured softly, “I was just curious.”
Seeing that she didn’t intend to press the matter further, I decided to let it drop.
We returned to the dinner table, but my appetite had completely vanished, thanks to the looming thoughts about the wedding and the unexpected dress.
I pushed the food around on my plate, taking a few half-hearted bites before setting down my fork. “I’m full. You can leave the dishes when you’re done. I’ll clean up later.”
Lily wasn’t my servant, and it didn’t feel right to burden her with chores.
After giving her these instructions, I made my way upstairs, needing time to think, to figure out how I was going to navigate tomorrow.
