Hide myself when I change.

The tailor had dropped off my new outfits, so I tried them on. I hid inside the closet as I did, to Master's disappointment.

There was a knock on the door.

I slipped on my simple, white, flowy dress just as the door burst open.

At the entrance stood the surprised chef, holding our dinner plates, and the King, who'd shoved him to the side.

"Son, I'm proud of you," he said with a straight face, walking towards him. "I had my doubts about you, but you effectively combined punishment and psychological ****."

"How so?" he asked, looking a bit nervous. I edged my way towards my cage, knowing nothing good ever came from the King.

"Were you not **** her this morning?"

"I consider it more to be humiliation. I mean, she's an elf, I'm not going to penetrate."

The King sighed. "It would be brilliant if we could raise a moonlight elf and human hybrid to fight for our side."

"I thought you said elves are inherently evil," the Prince replied, unsettled about where the conversation was going.

"Oh, we'd keep it locked up except on battle days, but it would be human enough. We could keep her for a good long while if we bred her," he thought aloud.

"How deeply have you thought about this?" the Prince asked. "Because you can't breed humans and elves, the species are far too different."

"I'm sure black magic would have a solution to that."

"So...you want me to impregnate her."

"No, I want you to consider it. You're to be King in just a few months. If you want to crush the North, capture their elite species and breed them."

"Don't blame me if I don't feel comfortable **** a moonlight elf."

"Are you concerned you'll hurt your reputation in the North?"

"I'm concerned with the idea of a hybrid child. Let me think it over, hm?"

The King raised an eyebrow. "Fine. But have your room cleaned, it's a mess."

He left, and the chef set our trays down, leaving us as well.

When he left, the Prince chuckled. "Come on out, I'm not going to shoot a damn baby in you."

"You're just going to blow him off?" I asked the Prince, peeking out of my cage.

"This is another attempt to try to kill me. There's a myth floating around that elves have vaginis dentis."

"Um, what?"

"Teeth in their vagina that bite off whatever penetrates without consent," he chuckled. "He's hoping you'll bite off my dick and I'll bleed to ****."

I burst out laughing, falling on the floor, guffawing so hard I began to cry.

"So I take it you don't have vaginis dentis?"

"No, that's fairies," I laughed.

"So they exist?" he asked, looking unsettled.

"Yeah, but human and fairy hybrids are pretty rare."

"God, I'm going to die a virgin," he said.

"Why, you planning on fucking me?"

"If you had a penis you'd be scared of the thought too."

I wiped my eyes. "That's why it's so funny!"

"Oh shut up," he said, flopping down on his bed.

I took a deep breath, calming down. "So...he's not serious...right?"

"He'll come up with a better idea on how to kill me in a few days. We put it off until then, he'll just send me into battle or something."

I looked down. "Everyone would be vying for your head."

"Yeah. Who knows what the King is saying I'm doing to you. The North is probably pretty upset."

"You're still treating me like a ****. He could tell them exactly what you've done, and they'd hate you."

"I enslaved you by pleasure, not by ****. There's a difference."