Rita
*As the light shone in from the window, it cast a glow across the sheets of the giant bed Feyre was laying in. She was covered completely, and even underneath those covers she had on pastel blue silk pajamas. Next to Feyre, a small ball of white fluff lay still, breathing shallow and calm since it was asleep. Outside the window, winds began to rattle against the glass, causing a faint rattling noise to sound out throughout the room. The fireplace was lit, almost as if it had been recently set ablaze. The room itself was warm and almost fuzzy feeling, and the faint smell of pastries and bread wafted in under the bedroom door.

It was a lovely morning, save for the howling winds outside.*
Paul
Coming back from an awful black out, Feyre shifted to her side and reached out a bit, feeling soft warm blankets under her palms. She let out a quiet groan, her head still feeling like it was spinning as she began to open her eyes and adjust them to the room. It seemed... Familiar. 

The little human sat up, greeted by the flickering of the fire place. But it wasn't long before she realized that this wasn't her room, and this wasn't her bed. And... These *Weren't* Her clothes— *Alyus*.

Feyre gripped her silk shirt, the size not quite fitting her right due to it slipping off her shoulders. What happened last night? Why was she here in the kings bed? The pure blood could only imagine what his first words were here in this room. "*Service girl*". It made her sick. There were many thoughts racing through her mind, but the fact that he wasn't here made them all the more questionable. 

There was still hope to get out though, right? Feyre took a glance out of the window, noticing the wind picking up harsh speeds. A sad look started to form in those blue eyes however, for she knew trying to escape out into the wilderness again would be a hard thing to do. 

So, with a puzzled state of mind, Feyre opted to get out of bed and take things one step at a time. She pulled the covers back but felt something warm graze the back of her hand. It made her jump a bit, whipping her head back in reaction to the feeling of it moving. But once her eyes laid on that small ball of white, her brows ruffled up in bewilderment.

Feyre reached down ever so slowly, and brushed her fingers through the small creatures fur. It was soft, much more silky than Alyus's. And it was so small.. She didn't think the King of murdering others would ever have a pet let alone a baby. But, however it found its way here must have been scared too she thought. Poor thing.
Rita
*The small creature stretched out its legs upon being pet by Feyre, and slowly opened it's eyes. It looked around for moment, and as it lifted it's head it would become apparent the small creature was indeed a vulpe, a deer-fox of sorts. It shuddered slightly, having been disturbed from the blankets moving. It moved it's small head to look up at Feyre, and it's icy blue eyes widened, in partial fear.

A faint squeak left it's snout and it ruffled it's tail before standing up. But it suddenly flattened it's ears and ran to hide behind Feyre, almost as if it were scared of something that was coming towards the bedroom.*
Paul
Being able to see the Vulpe awaken was quite beautiful. Feyre couldn't tell what it was at first but upon seeing its small antlers she knew these little creatures well. For where she came from, people always tried to hunt them for their fur, and Feyre being an archer of sorts- she never went after them. They were to precious.

However when it's eyes met the girls, she took looked back in surprise and confusion. She wasn't trying to startle the poor thing, so when it stood up in a hurry, Feyre gently tried to guide it back to her- her hands flopping over the bed to try and catch it.

"H-Hey! No no- it's alright! Shh- wait!"

With multiple failed attempts Feyre watched as the Vulpe hid behind her. She giggled ever so slightly before turning her torso and gently picking it up in her arms giving it a comforting hug and wrapping a nearby blanket around the two.

"See? That wasn't so bad. I'm one of the good guys, see?-"

As if she were a child all over again, talking to animals in comfort for herself, Feyre gently put her nose to the creature. It was a sign used amongst many animals, showing love and compassion. The pure blood had a great understanding with wildlife, she even liked to think that's what kept her alive all those years by herself in the forest. 

But, their time was cut short when Feyre heard the sounds of something in the halls, her first instinct being to get up and look for an exit way. She held onto the poor Vulpe safely in her arms, hoping it wouldn't be anyone's meal today.
Shawn
Rather suddenly, the door to the bedroom rattled open, and in walked the King himself. This was his room after all. He closed the door behind him, and in his hands was an inkwell, a quill and a piece of parchment. He paid no mind to Feyre and the vulpe pup, but when the fox-deer decided to let out a shrill hiss at him, he turned his head. Alyus raised one eyebrow before turning his head back to his parchment and taking a seat in front of the fireplace.

"You know, it's rather rude to hiss at someone who saved your life, vulpe."

The King muttered slightly as he began to scribble away using the quill. It couldn't be said what the King was writing, but Feyre would notice something on his face.. Glasses? It was strange to see the King wearing them, given he never did. In truth, he hated to wear them, but he did so when he absolutely needed to. He let out a sigh and continued to write as he spoke.

"I found that little whelp outside early this morning. She was absolutely freezing cold, even for a creature suited for such weather. I have no use for it here, and it's too small to eat or use for fur, so if you want it, you can have it. Don't expect to receive help in taking care of it however. It's omnivorous, so it can relatively eat whatever you eat."

Alyus had finished writing and rolled up the scroll before shoving it into his pocket. He stood once more and turned towards Feyre before walking towards her slowly. His eyes seemed.. Softer than usual. He stopped a few feet away from the foot of the bed before speaking once more.

"I want to.. Apologize for the events that transpired yesterday. Had I known you were present I would not have done that so publicly. I never try to do anything like that in front of the women of the castle, human or shapeshifter. It's.. It's dark and dirty business, but it's how laws are here. As for the undercroft.. That door is now locked at all times."
Paul
Once the doors opened, Feyre knew all too well who would walk through that door. His presence was already known to her. The way he looked in human form no less; it made her almost stop breathing. The way his walk effortlessly, swallowed her whole.

For a moment, she stared at him in utter disbelief. Why was he acting like nothing even happened? The Vulpe surly didn't like him, and that only made her hug it more to her chest. As the King spoke, still with no emotion connected to his words, Feyre found herself getting angry. That anger for his lack of remorse and her fear for him tied in together, well that only made things worse. 

The pure blood had started to back away from Alyus the moment he stepped foot in the room, but as she rounded the bed and ended up on the other side of it towards the door; she saw him start to stand up.

"Dont."She whispered in a shaky breath. Each step of his making her take two larger ones back. She didn't dare look at the Kings face, just his feet, being wary of how close he got. And once he did- she acted on instinct.

Before Alyus could even begin to apologize, Feyre had snatched a pillow from the bed and threw it as hard as she could at him. "I said stay away from me you- you **Monster**!"

The sound of her voice was raspy, still in pain from screaming. But through that pain, the fear and sadness was still there. Feyre had clenched her eyes tight, not caring where that pillow had landed. As long as he knew she was furious with him. And in that exchanged silence, she muffled a sob that caught her throat.

"You're... An awful bear... King Alyus. Why did you do that? Why did you kill him?! And *What* Is that place?!"

She couldn't open her eyes, even when they swelled with tears. But she continued on, the quivering in her voice unwavering.

"I thought Kings and Queens protected their people. Not harm them. So, what is to become of me if you are willing to sacrifice those who are closest to you?"
Shawn
Alyus's eyes widened slightly as a pillow landed square in his face. He caught it and furrowed his eyebrows into a frown. He was *Trying* To apologize, but before he even could she shouted at him. A human.. Shouted at a King. He closed his eyes for a few moments, his jaw tensing up in extreme irritation. He shook his head slightly before *Gently* Laying the pillow down on the bed. His soft blue eyes then fell back on Feyre.

"You saw what I did to my guard. Well, then you need to understand something. You-"

Alyus cornered Feyre, and paid no mind to the vulpe hissing and screeching up at him.

"Are in *My* Kingdom. You are under my father's laws, and my father's father's laws. If you don't like it, then perhaps you shouldn't sneak into places where you shouldn't be, hm?"

Alyus leaned in for the last sentence, his voice rumbling with clear irritation before he backed away. He turned his back to Feyre and ran a hand up through his dirty blonde hair, sighing heavily.

"I apologize, Feyre. I never expected you to see the undercroft. It's a place for those who break my laws and rules. That pig, my dungeon master, did he.. Did he touch you?"

Alyus didn't turn around, but if Feyre remembered correctly, the last man to touch or hurt her got his throat ripped out..
Paul
Small. Feyre felt small. Trapped even as she felt Alyus close in on her. She ultimately dropped her new companion in her arms, watching it scurry away as she flashed her eyes up to meet the kings. His same dark hearted eyes reflecting back in her own ocean of blue and green. 

The pure blood held her breath as he came close, that damned heart of hers racing once again and louder than it had before. The king was right, it was his kingdom. But she was brought here without a say, and that was still a puzzling thing to her. Feyre swallowed hard once Alyus turned away, her back letting up from the wall he had so Intimately pushed her up against.

At the mention of the pig- that horrifying creature she found herself with in the undercroft- Feyre quickly shook her head, never wishing to relive what she witnessed down under. "No-" She exclaimed quickly, "And I didn't mean to go down there.. It was an accident. Truly."

Slowly, Feyre lifted her head back up to see the back of the king. He seemed rather irritated, but kept a decent tone with her. The girls brows bunched up in thought, daring to take a step forward as she asked,

"Are you going to hurt me, Alyus..? Why am I here? You never.."

Feyre paused, watching the king hastily run his hand through his hair. As intimidating as he came off, in this moment he showed signs of stress. Leaving the human to question if he actually meant he was sorry.

The brunette tip toed her way around him, looking up to meet his face once more as she now stood in front of him, a concerning look on her soft pale face.

"You never told me why I'm here.."
Shawn
Alyus stood there and stared down at the floor, before noticing Feyre walk up in front of him. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers for a few moments as he listened to her words. Alyus's blue eyes danced between Feyre's before he looked away entirely. He stuttered and hesitated, but he would not and could not tell her the truth.

"I.. It's not something convoluted. You're a rarity, you know. I brought you in expecting to bed you, but when you said no, I.. I'm no rapist, Feyre. You told me no, so now you're just going to serve under me as as a chamber maid. Fetch what I tell you to when I tell you to."

Alyus couldn't look her in the eyes as he spoke, and instead focused on the wall. He shrugged before walking past Feyre, but the parchment he had been writing on before fell out of his pocket before drifting down to the floor. Alyus didn't notice this however, and stood in front of the fireplace with his hands behind his back.

"You were going to be a pet, essentially. All the nobles and lords of Gantrick would be pining to see you and buy you, but of course I'd never sell you. You'd.. You'd be mine and mine alone. But like I said Feyre, I'm no rapist. I'd never force myself onto you if you asked me not to. I haven't laid a hand on you since have I?"

Alyus raised his voice slightly, but not to scare her, simply to get his point across. He sighed, and was visibly irritated at.. Something. Perhaps whatever it was would be in the letter..
Paul
Slowly, Feyre folded her arms in one another as she listened, her eyebrows raising and narrowing at certain parts as the king did a poorly job at explaining. She stayed out while he paced the room, trying to think of how any of this made sense. 

"You say you're no rapist, but you can't deny you are a forceful man."

A small giggle played out of the humans mouth as she shook her head and tilted it over at the King. He really was full of himself wasn't he.

"Weather you are or not doesn't change the fact you *Hunted* Me down, brought me here against *My* Will, and make me a maid. Your morals are still twisted, Your highness."

In no way was Feyre trying to correct him, but surly she had a point. And considering the options of her life at this point had little effect on her now... She knew this was her home and yet still knew she was going to speak her mind. But she couldn't shake the whole idea around it. A pet? What would that even entail? And why would anyone want to *Buy* Her? 

Letting her eyes fall to the floor she noticed the paper that Alyus was writing on and bent down to pick it up. Had she have known how to read- *Maybe* It would have been important to know what it said but- the kings writing was so fine and well written, she couldn't make out a single thing. So, she did the mature thing and simply cleared her throat to get his attention.

"You dropped something..."
Shawn
Her words truly hit home. He was a vile, angry and forceful man. Alyus let out a sigh but hearing that she had picked up something he dropped made him turn around. He noticed the piece of parchment in her hands and furrowed his eyebrows slightly. He took a few steps over before gently taking it from her hands and looking down at it. Alyus then let his eyes dart up to Feyre's before he continued to speak.

"As I said you are a rarity. Why would I go out of my way to harm you, or stand idly by when others hurt you."

Alyus folded the parchment and placed it a bit deeper in his pocket. He then flicked his head slightly to the bed, his eyes narrowing. The King walked past Feyre and quickly reached under the bed before standing back up straight once more. As he turned around, he had the vulpe pup by the scruff, but he wasn't hurting it. It was growling, but the growls came out higher pitched seeing how small it was. Alyus raised an eyebrow at it before glancing over at Feyre.

"I meant what I said about this pup. If you want it, *You* Care for it."

Alyus reached his arm out, handing the vulpe over to Feyre before wiping his hand down on his shirt.

"And as for your illiteracy, I will have my scribes start giving you lessons every day. So, from now on I expect you to wake up as early as me, bathe, eat breakfast and attend your lessons, is that clear? As for the rest of the day once you've finished your lessons-"

Alyus walked past Feyre, gently brushing by her as he did so. He looked out the window, the harsh winds seemingly have died down since Feyre first woke up.

"You may explore the castle, but as I've said, stay out of the undercroft. I've had the door locked so no one may enter without a key. The throne room is off limits as well should official matters be taking place. A guard will be posted outside of your door, and wherever you go, they will go, am I clear?"
Paul
Feyre watched as Alyus man handled the poor Vulpe, making her rush over to scoop it up out of his hand. Once the deer-fox was safe in her arms, she trained her eyes on the King as he walked on, talking about a daily routine. 

It all sounded so.. Formal. So bizarre. The confused human shook her head a moment to gather her thoughts- why would he want her to have lessons and-

"Wait a minute. I thought I was to be *Your* Maid. Where will you be if I cannot go with you?"

It was a rather big statement to say out loud. But part of Feyre felt she was being scolded, punished even. Not that she knew those things considering she grew up alone. But this kind of living? It was so much different than what she was used to. 

"If I'm so special why not you watch me? You saw what your guards did to me what if it happens again?"

Her eyes quickly searched Alyus's face for something, anything. For the thought of being with another large bear that could potentially hurt her was frightening. She didn't feel like waking up with another bruised leg. 

When the King brushed past her, she felt his warmth radiating off him; sending chills down her spine. It was always so cold here, yet he remained as hot as a summer day.
Shawn
"I am a King, Feyre, I can't baby sit you all day. I have a guard in mind that I.. I know won't hurt you. They're in training, but I trust them quite a bit."

Alyus placed a hand on Feyre's shoulder, surprisingly gently, almost as if to comfort her. But just as quickly as he laid his hand on her, he pulled it away before clearing his throat. He straightened his shirt and gestured toward the closet.

"F.. Find something to wear, seeing as you are still in your night wear. There are plenty of dresses and shirts in my closet, and before you ask, the dresses are my mother's."

Alyus let out a sigh before shaking his head at the implications of a man having dresses in his closet. In truth, he did indeed keep some of his mother's clothing in his own closet, but not to wear himself or to freely give out. He just never moved them after.. After her death. Without another word, the King made his way to the door.

"Your lessons will start tomorrow. As for today, I will send the guard that will be watching over you here immediately."

Alyus then left without another word.
Paul
At the Kings mention of babysitting, Feyre puffed up her cheeks in slight frustration. What good was she to someone who wouldn't be there. Better yet, why did she have to be here at all then? It was all too much to understand for her.

But her train of thought stopped when Alyus put his hand on her, his warm palm gracing the open skin of her shoulder. And for once, she didn't flinch or run away. For once, she looked back up at him with the same calmness in her eyes. That is... Until he mentioned her attire. 

Feyre quickly darted her eyes away, hugging her furry friend closer to her chest to hold the lose fabric in-tact. 
She wanted to speak up about the thought of wearing his own mother's dresses, but before she could get her first words out, Alyus had already made his way out of the bedroom.

Standing in silence, Feyre stared there at the door for a long moment, just collecting her thoughts. Finally, she let out a long and sigh and lingered her way back to the large king size bed; plopping down and looking at her Vulpe.

"I don't need a babysitter. Right?"
Rita
As the vulpe pup was plopped down next to Feyre, she looked up at her new master with a quizzical look. She tilted her head, letting out a low coo of sorts to the human's question. A short while later however, a knock at the door caused the pup to jump slightly. It gave a look to Feyre before it eyed the door cautiously. The knocking was much more softer than expected, and a figure could be seen casting a shadow at the foot of the door.
Paul
Feyre, too busy petting her companion, got startled when the knock upon the door interrupted her train of thought yet again. She looked around quickly, not knowing what to do, or who it was. But considering this was the kings bedroom, Feyre could only imagine it was Alyus coming back to scold her.

So, she swiftly got up and ran over to the wardrobe, opening it to find rows of elegant dresses. They were far more beautiful than the ones yen had dressed her in prior. As the human brushed her hand along each one she closed her eyes and plucked one from the rack, pulling out a shimmering ice blue and white dress that had a diamond train down the back. Her eyes reflected the sparkles in the sequence of the gown, truly amazed at how it looked. But would it look good on her?

The knock at the door once again threw Feyre into a panic; she tried her best to strip down and throw on the dress as fast as she could before racing back to the door to open it. 

"Y-Yes-! I'm uh-"

As soon as she opened the door Feyre looked high up to meet her new guard, her dress not properly zipped up causing it to fall down from her shoulders. She quickly caught it- *Thankfully* And gave a nervous chuckle as her cheeks swelled with embarrassment.
Jeffery
A bright face would greet Feyre in the door as a tall blonde haired and blue eyed woman gave a nod in the human's direction. She was dressed in silver and red armor, but it almost looked as though it was a hair too big on her. It was clearly enchanted, seeing as when it was caught in the correct light, it shimmered in a vibrant light purple hue. On her back was a massive greatsword, and she had two pairs of twin daggers. One pair on either of her hips and the other pair in her boots. The woman must not have been much older than Feyre as she beamed happily at the human.

"Goodmorning, Miss Feyre! I am Elora, your personal guard."

Elora bowed her head, almost as if she thought Feyre were royalty or a noblewoman or lady of the castle. She took in Feyre's dress and her eyes widened slightly, notably in admiration. Elora bowed her head for quite sometime before standing up straight once more, her armor clanking rather clumsily given her size. She began to fiddle and adjust it a bit before drawing her attention to Feyre.. But then she caught eyes of the vulpe pup. Her expression visibly changed, and it was clear she almost became immediately infatuated with the little creature.

"Is.. Is that your pet? Oh.. It's so precious! What's it's name?"

Elora remained a beaming smile the whole time, a welcoming sight to Feyre for sure. Aside from the chamberlain Yennifer, this was the only other friendly face the human had met during her time in Gantrick.