Prince\'s Pet

Part 2

I assisted my Prince in re-donning his formal armor and knelt to open the door for him. My Prince picked up my orange-gold chain, fastening it at my throat before exiting his chambers. I started to follow him on hands and knees, but my Prince instead told me to rise and walk behind him.

I'm always nervous when the Merchant comes. What if my Prince finds a new Type 5 to be his favorite? His new pet? I don't want to be tossed aside and forgotten. I want to serve my Prince until his coronation, and after.

As we neared the reception hall, his Highness commented, "Maybe this time there'll be some worth looking at," snapping me back to reality. I followed my Prince through the grand wood door, pushing aside my worries of replacement. My duty is to serve my Prince's needs and wants, and if the best way to do so is to step aside, I'll do as I must even though it would pain me.

I hope.

A line of half a dozen Type 5 peasants stood already waiting for his Highness's arrival. Most of them looked down, dispirited and resigned, but the girl on the end looked straight ahead with a cheerful smile.

Of course, my observant Prince noticed her at once. "Background for the one on the left end?" he asked the Merchant, looking the girl up and down.

"That's Peaz Greene. 19 years old, untouched, healthy, power level of 980 without suppressors. Had an Elite trainer," the Merchant rattled off.

I looked the girl over. She had the usual Type-5 spikes, but her hair leaned the opposite way from mine. Her plain green spaghetti-strap tank top barely covered her bust, leaving her toned belly entirely bare. She wore a matching green miniskirt that was flared like a bell, and three ki-suppressing bands encircled her left leg. She was pretty enough, with a sleek-furred tail, but her eyes looked blank, like a mask.

"8,000 credits," offered my Prince.

"Very good, your highness," bowed the Merchant, releasing Peaz from his string. Credits changed accounts, and the Merchant bowed once more before leaving with the rest of his wares.

Prince Begeta looked Peaz over again. I'm fairly certain he was gauging her sizes for the uniform she'd need, because he did the same thing when I first arrived at the palace. Then my Prince turned on his heel and gestured for the two of us to follow. We walked to the Type 5 servants' wing, where most of the type-fives resided.

My Prince turned to me and unclipped my chain. He unlocked one of the rooms the palace staff had affectionately dubbed "cages."

"Wait here, Korn, while I supervise Peaz's new uniform," he commanded.

"Yes, Oujisama," I responded, stepping inside. His Highness closed and re-locked the door, either not hearing or ignoring the heaviness in my voice. He turned back to Peaz.

"Follow me, I can't have you walking around like that," he demanded, sweeping out of the wing.

~ "Yes, Master <3" ~

…Master?