Diana found her way to the kitchen. It wasn't difficult to locate, considering she started the journey from the dining room.

She didn't know who Nichole was, and the other maids didn't know who she was, so they couldn't respond to her. They treated her like thin air.

"Nichole?" She called aloud. A few maids turned to see who dared to call the head maid so recklessly.

"Who are you?" Nichole answered from behind.

"Hi, I'm Diana. The king asked me to get him wine mixed with blood from you." Diana said.

Nichole sized her. "Are you the new maid?"

"New, yes. Maid, certainly not."

Nichole eyed her again. "Where did you come out from?"

"That's a rude thing to say. Just give me the wine so I can return to the king before he leaves the dining room."

Nichole walked passed her. "Leave. I will have the wine delivered to his chamber myself."

Diana frowned. "Listen, Nichole, he specifically requested I bring the wine to him."

"And I said I will get it to him. Now go." Nichole ordered. Diana stood stubbornly. She didn't want to miss her chance to understand what was going on.

Seeing that she wasn't going to move, Nichole grabbed the wrong bottle and gave it to her. Diana took it and left. Nichole grabbed the right bottle and took it straight to Calhoun's chamber. She knew he would no longer be in the dining room.

Diana reached the dining room and found it empty. "Great." She muttered. "He just had to leave."

She returned to the kitchen to find Nichole no longer there.

"Does anyone know the way to the king's chamber?" She asked. Nobody answered her.

She sighed and left again. Walking through the hallways, she decided to listen closely. She heard muffled words. She closed her eyes to focus. With eyes closed, she walked through the hallways and found Calhoun's chamber. She opened her eyes.

She touched the door handle to open the door when she heard George's voice.

"You should knock before entering." He said. Diana turned to find the unfriendly man behind her.

"He did request for me to bring the wine to him, what's the essence of knocking?" Diana asked with a shrug.

"Diana, right? Listen, your stay here will be harder than you thought. But you must persevere. King Calhoun is cruel and aggressive. The alpha male in him is more primal than his human nature. So you must be careful." George advised. "Don't make any mistakes whatsoever."

Diana worked her ass off in the castle. The other maids in the castle were jealous of her. She didn't take orders from anyone else but the king. Although they knew how cruel he was, they all would give anything to be that close to the king.

Diana would prepare Calhoun's bath water. Sometimes, he made her wash his body. At the start, it was disgusting. But gradually, she began to feel a strong affection for him. All he wanted from her was to break his curse. Diana had fallen in love with him along the line.

She would wash Calhoun's body while he lay still in the water, sometimes it ended up with him mating with her. That was the break of the curse. Calhoun was to never reproduce or bring an heir. But being with Diana changed that. Diana had thought it would change his feelings for her, but nothing changed.

He still ordered her around, sending her to do difficult tasks and giving her little rewards at the end of the day.

Diana was saddened. Her heart was weary. She hoped that he would one day change, especially when she found out that Calhoun was her fated mate.

"Diana," George called. "King Calhoun has summoned you to his chamber."

Diana got up with a sigh. She was very exhausted. She hadn't had any rest for two weeks. Calhoun had been very busy with meetings with the other kings, and the kings' makers. There seemed to be a starting problem in the kingdom.

"George, is it urgent?" She asked. "I don't think I can find the strength to move my legs."

George sighed. "You cannot ignore him, Diana. You signed up for this."

"I did not!" She whispered. "I did not sign up for this. I never knew what was going on. I was tricked." Her eyes welled up with tears.

George felt bad for her. He knew how terrible Calhoun could be. That was why he was feared even by the kingmakers. That was the problem the other kings were having with him.

Diana sobbed lightly. She heard footsteps that sounded heavy on the floor. She could tell it was Calhoun. Her senses were able to pick his scent, his heartbeat, and even the pattern of his footsteps.

"Speak of the devil." She murmured. She took three large steps and she reached the door just as Calhoun pulled it open.

"What kept you?" He growled. "I need a massage."

"My Lord." Diana whimpered. "I'm afraid I cannot give you a massage.. my shoulders are a little sore from the last one I gave."

Calhoun bent over to her level. "Do you dare refute me?"

Diana shook her head slowly. "I dare not, my Lord."

Calhoun nodded. "Now, don't let me get to my chamber before you do." He ordered.

Diana had heard the rest of the conversation. After everything she had done for him? Did she take care of all his needs, enduring the gossip, the afterpain, the heartache, only for him to still see her as a slave?

"I. I can't take this anymore." She whispered. Slowly, she backed away from the hallway. She made her way to the kitchen and then out of the castle using the back door. She journeyed through the thickness of the forest behind the garden. The paths were lonely, but she reminded herself that she was no longer a lamb nor was she a cub. She was a full-grown werewolf.

Calhoun finished speaking to George and returned to his chamber. He found it empty.

"Diana!" He bellowed. There was no response. He went into the inner chamber. She wasn't there. He stormed out again.

"George!"

"My Lord," George answered from the side. "What is the matter?"

"Diana, where is she?" He demanded. He didn't know why, but his heart was racing. Where was she? He tried to listen for her scent, or her heartbeat, or anything at all. He couldn't pick up anything. Her scent was nowhere near the castle. Did she leave?

"My Lord, perhaps she must have gotten tired and sneaked out to the maid's room. I will have the entire castle searched." George exclaimed.

"Don't just stand there, get going!" He growled.

George scurried away to find the missing maid, praying for her in his heart that she had a plausible explanation for her disappearance.

The search lasted three days. In those three days, Calhoun realized how much she meant to him. He realized how much she cared for him and how he had gotten used to her affection.

But one thing that caused his heart to ache for her, was the realization that he was also in love with her.

With every negative news about finding her that he received, his heart sank further.

He had to find her. He just had to find her. Where could she be? How did she leave?!

"George!"

"My Lord," George answered tiredly. Ever since Diana's disappearance, the castle had been upside down.

"How did she leave? Isn't the castle guarded enough?"

"My Lord, I heard a maid say she saw her sneak out through the forest behind the castle," George answered. He had said this to Calhoun several times.

"She saw her sneak out? And she did nothing? Bring me this maid! I must sip her blood!"

"My Lord, you have to calm down." George pleaded.

Calhoun growled. His eyes began to glow and his hair elongated. His eyes sunk inside. George could tell that the anger in him was much to turn him to his werewolf form. If the maid wasn't brought, he was going to enter into a primal rage where he wouldn't be calm until he was satisfied or worn out.

"I will bring her immediately," George said and ran out. Calhoun took deep breaths.

He turned back to the window of the tower. His eyes looked to the farthest point.

"I will find you, Diana. I will go through the ends of the earth to find you. No matter what comes, I will bring you back. I can't cope without you." He swore. "I swear to you, Diana."

Calhoun stood at his tower, staring far into the distance. His eyes twitched now and then.

He had torn the maid who saw Diana leave into shreds and he did not feel any better. No. Instead, he felt worse.

What if the girl knew the direction in which Diana had gone?

How could he know now?

He exhaled sharply. He heard footsteps approaching. From the sound they made on the marble floor, he could tell it was George.

"My king!" George bowed. "I have searched everywhere in the kingdom and the lady is nowhere to be found."

Calhoun inhaled sharply at George's last five words. Nowhere to be found? How could she be nowhere to be found? Did she have another relative in another kingdom?

"Call. Me. Thomas." He said emphatically, separating each word with a labored breath. George did not need to be told twice. He quickly left the king's presence. He felt sorry for Diana if she was ever found.

Calhoun sighed softly. He turned away from the view of the sky which he had watched turn darker and darker. He returned to his chamber.

"Fetch Nichole." He said to a guard by the side. The man bowed and went to get the head maid. The poor girl was shaking in fear.

"S..s..sir." She stuttered and bowed her face down. Calhoun did not spare her a glance. He did not want to get angry.

"Assign me another maid." He ordered. Nichole bowed and hurried out of his chamber. She had always wanted to be favored by him to serve him, but now that the opportunity came, she didn't want it anymore.

A few minutes after she left, another maid walked in. She had just returned from a visit to her family house and did not know what had happened earlier in the castle.

"My king, Nichole said you asked for me." She said softly with a deep bow. Her voice was soft and cautious, very similar to Diana's. Calhoun turned so fast and when he saw that it wasn't Diana, he got angry again.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"Me? I. I am Pat." She said softly. "Nichole said you needed a personal maid."

"Make my bath water. Perfect degree." He ordered. The lady stood there without moving an inch.

"Why are you still standing there? Did you not hear me? Are you deaf or dumb?"

"My king, you said the perfect degree and I don't know what that is. How do you want it, hot or cold? Warm? Lukewarm or warm?"

"Don't ask me any stupid questions!" Calhoun roared. His eyes glowed red. The girl shifted in her spot. She didn't know what she said to get the man angry. Also, why did it seem like everywhere was too quiet?

"Get out." Calhoun spat. Pat didn't wait to be told twice, she left his chamber. Calhoun sat there alone, reminiscing about his time with Diana.

"I want my bath ready, Diana. Make it perfect." He ordered. Diana didn't question him. She knew that she only had two questions a day and she didn't want to waste it. She went into the bathtub and mixed his water. When he touched it, he smirked.

"How do you know what I like? You're so observant darling, I like that." He said, caressing her chin. She had tried to remove her face but he gripped it even firmer. She winced slightly and it only made him chuckle.

"Be good, darling." He said. "Now, undress me."

Diana's face flushed red. "How.. how can you-"

"Ah ah ah." He asked. "Two questions to remember. Don't waste it on a rhetorical question because I won't answer and that's your loss."

Diana scowled behind him. She reached out to his buttons and undid them. She pulled the shirt off him roughly.

"What the hell, Diana? Do you wish to injure me and incur death?" He demanded. "Take it off, slowly. Your entire worth cannot buy that single shirt, so don't rumble it." Diana fumed. Nevertheless, she obeyed quietly. She took off his clothes and watched him soak in the bath.

"Don't just stand there, cone, and wash my body! Don't you know what being a slave means? Have you never been a slave before?"

Diana shook her head.

"No? No, you will wash my body, or no you have been a slave before? Or perhaps no, you don't know what it means to be a slave?"

Diana sighed softly. She walked to the tip of the bath and knelt. She grabbed the soap and sponge, soaked the sponge, and rubbed the soap all over it. Calhoun's sponge was as soft as a baby's foam, she got jealous. After lathering the soap all over his body, she began to scrub softly. Calhoun gave a content grunt now and then and it only made her turn more shades darker.

"Why are your cheeks red? Have you never bathed a man before?"

"Yes." She whispered.

"Yes, you have?" He asked. "Or yes you have not?"

"Do you always twist people's words to suit your needs?" She whispered, staring down at his firm body that glistened under the warm light.

"That is one question." He stated.

"I'm aware. And it's not a rhetorical question."

"Not? You won't dare force the king to answer your question, would you?"

"The king gave his word, he must keep it," Diana replied.

"And that is exactly what I will do, keep my word." He said. "Yes, Diana. I twist people's words to suit my needs. But isn't that just wonderful? And a rare talent too! C'mon, you have to scrub that part properly."

He sighed to himself. Her second question that night was one he never answered. How did she submit to him so easily? How did she know what suited his needs? He always mistreated her, and insulted her before everyone and she would swallow it and still offer him a nice smile.

He remembered one night, her question had been; could you even respect me even as a regular maid for just one day?

His answer was firm and unthoughtful, no.

"My King," George muttered. "You have been seated in the same position for hours. Your back must be aching."

Calhoun did not respond. He was still reminiscing about his time with Diana. How well she took care of him and all.

"My king," George called a bit louder. Calhoun turned to glare at him. "She's gone. She left.."

"Don't you dare complete that statement," Calhoun warned. "Your job is to find her. Find her. Find her. Find her. Find her!!"

"How many times do I have to say it before you do?!"

"But my king, we have searched the entire kingdom!" George reasoned. Why was Calhoun so hell-bent on finding her anyway? Did he not say she was only a slave?

"Where is Thomas anyway?" Calhoun inquired.

"We couldn't find him at home. His neighbors said they also haven't seen him for three to four days now." George said with a light shrug.

"You cannot be serious. Did you search for him everywhere in the kingdom? Or were you waiting for my call too?"

"My king, I wanted to know what you would suggest first."

"Get out, George. Don't return until you have found Diana or Thomas!"

"Y..yes sir." George strutted out of the room. Calhoun exhaled again. "Fetch me, Nichole." He said again.

The same guard who had previously gone went to fetch the head maid again.

"Sir?" Nichole bowed as soon as she got in. "You sent for"

"Fetch me Pat." He ordered.

"P..pat? Wh- ooh. Do you mean Tricia? I will get her now."

The head maid once again hurried out from his chamber, and not long after, Pat entered.

"My King-"

"Make it lukewarm." That was all he said and then he began undressing shamelessly.

Diana sat down on the train. She knew that she would probably be on the radar if she ran or walked or took a cab. She used the train instead. Sitting there with a few of her clothes which she had stolen from her home on her way, she stared back at the place she had left.

Honestly, she missed the castle already. She missed Calhoun's face and his voice. The feel of his skin under her hand whenever she bathed him.

"Relax, Diana. You cannot be moved now. You have come too far to give up." She murmured. "For the sake of your baby."

Her hands subconsciously went to her stomach and she rubbed it softly.

"Too bad your daddy is an idiot who doesn't give a fickle about anyone else." She whispered, staring down at her stomach.

The train had its first stop, miles away from the kingdom. If anyone came to find her, it would take them hours to get to her location and she would have taken off before then.

She smiled as she alighted the train. The air smelled different and it made her feel nauseated instantly. She covered her mouth and turned to the corner where she bent over and began to throw up.

She felt someone tap her back and she caught the hand immediately. The lady raised the other hand.

"Sorry, I only wanted to ease you up a bit." The lady apologized. Diana slowly let go of the hand.

"Sorry, I... it's just I don't know anybody here." Diana said. She stood up after emptying her bowel. The lady handed her a flask of water. Diana took it and rinsed her mouth.

"Take a sip too." The lady urged. Diana didn't want to hold the flask any longer because it was silver and it was making her feel weak already. She shook her head.

"C'mon, it will help. Alright, let me pour the water in your mouth?"

Diana sighed as if she just gave in because the woman insisted. The lady did not know that she accepted because she offered to hold the flask.

Diana opened her mouth and the lady poured a small amount into her mouth, and she swallowed it. She felt a little better.

"Have you eaten anything yet? It's nearly noon." The lady said. "I'm Maggie."

"Hello Maggie, I'm Diana. I haven't eaten anything but then again, I haven't seen anything that catches my fancy."

"What are you craving?" Maggie asked. "You know, I might think you're pregnant but that will be based on what you say you're craving."

Diana chuckled. "I think I want to eat meat. But I don't want it thoroughly cooked. I want it slightly raw."

Maggie smirked. "Pregnant, yes. That is a very weird craving but I understand. I'm a mother myself."

"Yay." Diana cheered sarcastically. "Where can I find that?"

"I think you will have to special order it. Let's head to a food house that's close by." Maggie pulled Diana to a mock eatery. She sat down and went to place the order for their food.

"Hi, we want a slice of meat that is half done. Let the raw mean still taste out please." Maggie said. "I will just have salad, thanks."

She returned to find Diana still and quiet.

"What's the matter?" She asked. "Are you okay? Heartbroken? You know, traveling alone as a newly pregnant lady tells a lot about your relationship with your husband."

"I was never married," Diana whispered. "It just happened."

"That's even worse. How could it have just happened? Was he drunk?" Maggie demanded.

"Drunk? Perhaps. I don't recall exactly." Diana replied, shying away from the question.

Maggie understood. "That's alright. Hey, eat the meat and tell me how it tastes alright?"

Diana nodded. Maggie talked a whole lot and she was already tired of her.

"What town are you headed to? I'm going to Sunshine town." Maggie said. Diana felt a little relief. Maggie's stop was only a day away. Her journey was still two days ahead.

"I.... I'm headed to the last stop of the train." Diana said. She didn't know the place but she wanted to go there because it was the farthest she could go on such a cheap ride.

"Fraco? Jeez. What will you be doing there?" Maggie asked. "That place is horrible!"