Chapter 7

　　Prince Deniz was really struggling with Ayla. He just shook his head, this was the first time he had encountered a woman in the harem who had no respect for the noble family.

　　"Guards!" Prince Deniz shouted to a man dressed as a guard patrolling every corner of the palace.

　　The two guards who heard the voice turned their heads. They both rushed over when they found out that the figure calling them was the notorious third prince.

　　"Yours, Prince," the two said while bowing. "What can I do?"

　　"You take this woman to the harem!" the prince ordered.

　　Having said that, prince Deniz hurried away leaving Ayla who still looked intensely at him.

　　"Thank you, Prince!" Ayla thanked him while shouting, because the prince was walking quite fast.

　　Two guards took both of Ayla's hands and led her back to the harem.

　　'Why did I forget the whereabouts of the ruby mirah, what a fool!' Ayla cursed herself. Mesmerized by the prince's good looks, she had forgotten what she was looking for.

　　Moments later, they had reached the hallway near the harem palace. This palace was specially built by the king for slaves who would be chosen as concubines or just as entertainers.

　　Ayla stared at the figure of a man pacing in front of the door of the harem bedroom. Upon approaching, it was clear that the man was Popoh in his fur vest.

　　The figure stopped his pacing, after scanning the figure of Ayla who walked over.

　　"Where have you been!" Popoh immediately pulled the wrist of the woman with brown irises roughly.

　　"I got lost," Ayla replied.

　　Popoh quickly led Ayla into the harem room as the two guards left. The man opened the door to the room with such force that it slammed wide open.

　　"Don't do anything stupid like this again!" Popoh pushed Ayla until she stumbled. The red rose pinned to her hair instantly slipped out and fell to the floor.

　　"Ayla!" Luckily, Patra supported Ayla's body so she didn't fall.

　　Ayla was furious, she stared intently at Popoh. A gaze that was piercing and full of vengeance. It made the man in the gray vest freeze slightly.

　　'That gaze, it's not the gaze of the old Ayla' Popoh thought. 'What's wrong with this woman, is there another soul inside her? The old Ayla never chased after a man let alone a prince.'

　　"Are you okay, right?" Patra asked in a worried tone.

　　"Don't worry, I'm fine," Ayla replied.

　　"What happened, why are you chasing after the third prince?" Patra asked why Ayla was running. "He's a notorious prince, until now he hasn't even touched a woman."

　　"Maybe she wants to deliver her life to the third prince!" snapped Popoh. "I suggest you don't go near him. There are many other princes!"

　　Ayla seemed unconcerned. She just smiled to herself at the thought of the prince's handsome face.

　　"You've never seen the prince up close," Ayla said as she gazed and smiled. "He is a very handsome man. Even though those sideburns are all over his face, underneath, he looks like an angel."

　　Popoh rolled her eyes lazily. He had never seen the third prince up close. He had only heard rumors that the prince was a demon on the battlefield.

　　"Maybe he wants to be beheaded by the third prince," Popoh joked as he left the harem room.

　　"My, my, look at the slave chasing after the third prince." A scoffing voice came from the second floor. Ayla was too lazy just to stare. Because engaging Damaris would be pointless.

　　Patra, on the other hand, stared at Damaris and her henchmen angrily. Although she and Ayla belonged to the harem that had not yet been chosen by the prince or queen mother, the young girl with golden brown hair still did not accept Damaris' treatment.

　　"Leave it alone, Patra. We'd better save our energy, there's no need to deal with a slave that the prince might soon dispose of." Ayla simply walked away from the place to her bed. Patra followed where her friend went.

　　"You!" Damaris growled. She pointed at Ayla, who could only see her back. While her thin lips were clenched holding back the anger in her heart.

　　Meanwhile, at the third prince's palace.

　　Prince Deniz opened the door to his bedroom. The spacious room dominated by red and gold colors was so comfortable with the windows open.

　　As per the prince's request, so that sunlight always penetrates his room in the morning. While every night, he could gaze for a long time at the moon that hung in the dense sky with a sprinkling of stars.

　　A man dressed all in black perched at her window, sneaking up on her as she began to remove her layered clothes one by one.

　　"My apologies prince, was that woman a spy?" A heavy baritone voice sounded from the figure. It turned out that the black-clothed figure was the shadow soldier Deniz had.

　　"I don't know yet," Deniz replied firmly. "Get as much information about that woman as you can. Kill her if she still bothers me."

　　The black-clad figure trembled slightly. As far as he knew, she was one of the harem's residents. However, orders were orders, there was no guarantee that she was harmless.

　　"I've seen her already dying in the dungeon," said the figure, which made Prince Deniz frown.

　　The prince turned his body to stare at the all-black figure perched on the window. Apparently, what the figure said disturbed him.

　　"What put him in the dungeon?" asked the prince with a serious look.

　　"Competition in the harem," the figure replied. Prince Deniz sighed in frustration. The rivalry within the harem made him sick. Moreover, the queen mother and some palace parties always urged him to choose one of the harems as his bedmate.

　　"I'm not interested in your story," said Prince Deniz.

　　"That woman was almost dead, but she suddenly came back to life." The shadowy warrior continued.

　　"She seems like quite a dangerous woman," said Prince Deniz. "You can go and find out as much as you can about her!"

　　"Your orders will be carried out immediately, Your Highness." The figure bowed and then darted off without leaving a trace.

　　The dashing man with thin sideburns walked towards a small table with a teapot filled with drinks. He poured it into a small glass. Then, he continued walking towards his bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

　　"Little slave, it turns out you have a hidden secret," murmured the prince as he took a sip of the drink in the small glass in his hand.

　　"You can never replace Bellena in my heart." he murmured back. "Even though I want you on my bed so badly."

　　Prince Deniz did not deny that he was fascinated by the beautiful little slave Ayla. It was just that he had already given his loyalty to a princess in a small country.

　　In the harem room.

　　With a mirror in front of her, Ayla combed her dark brown hair. While her gaze was blank. I don't know, this was the first time Elena, the soul inhabiting Ayla's body, was fascinated by the opposite sex.

　　"Hey! Ayla you're daydreaming." Patra patted the shoulder of Ayla who was recalling the image of the third prince in her mirror. "Perhaps you're really in love with that sadistic prince."

　　"You don't see how handsome he is, Patra," Ayla said.

　　"But he's so cold, it'll be hard to conquer him," Patra added.

　　"I will conquer him," said Ayla, still brushing her brown hair. She had a sly grin on both ends of her lips.