Danika turned to an obviously fluttered Sally, her eyes pleaded with her former personal maid. She doesn't want Karandy to hurt her at all.

　　But, Sally doesn't like the way that man is staring at her princess's body so hungrily. She's been a slave long enough to know that look personally.

　　Instead of listening to Danika's unspoken pleas, Sally lifted her chin towards Karandy. "I'm her personal slave and the king said I should report her every movements to him." She lied.

　　Karandy arched his brow. "Who made you that!? Her personal slave!?"

　　"The king. That's why he made me a new slave. You know that she's the King's Slave,...