Chapter 13:
Makenna’s POV
The clamor at my table drew the attention of the other women. Their gazes shifted toward me, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction as though they anticipated watching me squirm. They were eager to see me flustered, but I had no intention of giving them that pleasure.
“Oh? Feeling that sure of yourself?” I remarked with a casual smile and an even tone. “Well, best of luck to you.”
Perhaps my calmness irritated Latonia. She snapped, “You filthy tramp! You better stop throwing yourself at the prince; a weak she-wolf like you—”
Before she could finish, I seized my plate and dumped the contents onto her head.
Latonia shrieked, “What the hell are you doing, you—”
“Fair play for foul,” I retorted, tossing the plate aside and crossing my arms. “I don’t care what you’re plotting. Provoke me again, and I’ll make sure you regret it. That’s a promise.”
“You maniac!” Latonia spat, her anger unhinging her usual pretense. Soup and leftovers dripped down her dress, leaving her reeking of grease and looking pitiful. “I’ll make sure you’re cast out as a rogue.”
“We’ll see about that,” I responded with cold indifference.
Without giving her any more of my attention, I turned on my heel and left the dining room, ignoring her ranting.
The glint of excitement and expectation in the eyes of the other women told me all I needed to know—they saw each other as rivals. Whoever caught the princes’ eye would become the target of their malice. Unfortunately, I was that target.
But I wasn’t as naive as when I first stepped foot in this palace. I had prepared myself for whatever dangers lay ahead.
After lunch, I retreated to my room to rest and gather my strength. I knew I needed to be ready for whatever trouble lay ahead.
The day passed in a blur. Before dawn the next morning, we were roused by the servants for training.
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I had specifically changed into workout clothes, only to be met with a servant’s disapproving frown.
I felt a pang of confusion. Wasn’t I supposed to dress for physical training?
It wasn’t until I arrived at the training room that I understood the servant’s reaction.
The room was stocked with all manner of sex toys, and to my astonishment, the other women were clad in revealing dresses that showcased their figures. In my sportswear, I stood out awkwardly like a lone pumpkin in a patch of roses.
Feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck, I tried to fade into the background. But Latonia strode over, arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over me with disdain. She thrust out her chest and sneered, “Look at you, dressed like a fool.”
The other sex slaves joined in with mocking glances.
I chose to ignore them. As long as they didn’t cross the line, I wasn’t bothered by their petty insults.
When Latonia saw that her words had no effect, her expression darkened, and she opened her mouth to hurl more barbs. But before she could, Hayley walked in. She wasn’t in her usual uniform; instead, she wore a red dress with a slit that revealed nearly her entire leg. She looked undeniably seductive.
The room fell silent at her entrance, and Hayley’s voice cut through the sharp and commanding. “Enough! Quiet down, all of you!”
Not a single word was spoken as we lined up, awaiting her orders.
Her eyes swept over us, ensuring we were paying attention before she continued. “From now on, I’m your instructor. I expect all of you to take this training seriously. Cause trouble, and that’s clear?”
Without waiting for a response, she picked up a dildo from the desk beside her and announced, “Today’s first lesson is about perfecting your oral skills. If you want to win the princes’ favor, you’d better learn how to please them.”
