Dessa was helped by the maids to take a bath and was led out again through a corridor that led to an open veranda that would surely be the perfect place to enjoy a view.
A long breakfast table was set out and Zamien sat, at the head of the table. From Dessa's view, he looked like a lonely tyrant. For someone who was known as a devilish and ruthless murderer not just in Rhodes and in Rocenko, but in all the kingdoms. He looked a little like a regular human, not like the image of him she had crafted in her head: disgusting, handsome and a rough monster.
A servant declared her entrance and Dessa cringed.
"The crown princess of Rhodes, Juno Licina-Irridessa Erato Ylvai. The light of the dark dragon."
The prince did not say anything and Dessa did not bother greeting him as she sat down.
Under his dark black cape of some sort, she saw the sheath that protected his sword.
She had heard of the merciless acts of cruelty performed using this very knife. Swabode's sins, they'd called it. As it had shed the blood of over a million beings, a thousand years ago during the last wars. Locked and sealed in a hidden chamber in Zygon county for years, the red light in the sword had stopped glowing and it was said to have been defeated. That was until it miraculously awoke in the hands of the demon crown prince of Rhodes. The defeated sword of general Swabode had caused even more evil in the hands of crown prince Zamien.
Lifting her head up, Dessa stared at the prince, dressed in a very gothic outfit, he looked like he belonged in another world. His silver eyes glowing in the sunlight like that of a snake or a wild cat. His lips pale-pink and soft-looking, opening after a few seconds and closing in the next as he chewed on his food. He ate with elegance, she noticed. His back straight and his eyes focused, placing the food on his fork slowly and steadily, like he had all the time in the world.
"Seen enough?"Zamien asked, pulling Dessa out of her daze.
With a red face, Dessa coughed and started to eat. The food she ate tasted of class and elegance. The ingredients were obviously measured, checked and weighed for each meal. Every meal must have been made to perfection. She was used to this kind of food though, such meals that would cost a fortune in a restaurant. This kind of food repulsed her the most.
"You seem to not be concentrating on the food, Dessa. Is it not to your taste?" Zamien asked.
"It is." Dessa said.
"Well it doesn't seem like it is." He replied with a smirk.
"The food is to my taste, Zamien." Said Dessa coldly, wondering why he kept talking to her.
"Maybe you need help putting the food into your mouth."
"I don't-"
Before Dessa could react, she was pulled up from her chair, into the arms of Zamien, this time, sitting on his laps.
"Zamien!" she shrieked.
"I'd prefer if you'd scream my name in bed, Dessa," he placed some food into a fork and brought it to her mouth. "Now be a good girl and open your mouth."
"I can do it myself." Dessa said, trying to take the fork from his hands, her face turning red.
"You didn't when you had the chance. Open up Dessa, don't be stubborn."
Checking to see if any of the servants were watching, Dessa opened her mouth and chewed on the food. She had to admit, it tasted better when he fed her.