Chapter 17.

Respect is earned.

The boy was unaware that there was someone else watching his movements in that room through the window... Peyton cleared his throat and commented: wow, the late queen was a beautiful woman, it's a shame she's not alive to witness my marriage to the king. 

The boy, astonished, turned around the window and answered indifferently, looking at her with total disgust and contempt, saying: ¿Why should she see how garbage mixes with shit? 

A lady like my mother should never, neither in this nor in another life, live with atrocities and human garbage like you, then Peyton answered: You should respect me because I will officially be your mother in two days, for which you should love me, however, Ciprianito looked her up and down and said: I prefer to die and have my body eaten by wolves than to have to call you that way sometime, because scum like you can only be praised by garbage like him... then she smiled and answered: You shouldn't talk about your father that way, remember that he is the king and you are the heir; you should put aside hatred and resentment, remember that that kills the soul and poisons it, to which the child laughing said: ¿so what do you propose? ¿that I see you as my equal and respect you?

 Remember that there are levels of levels and even if you are the king's lover you will never be the queen mother of this kingdom, you are only a cheap copy of the authentic and even then you do not have the power to govern, remember very well where you come from and what your roots are, you are nothing to me, ¿why should I respect the wife of all slaves if you don't even know who the father of your daughters is? 

You are too twisted and you opened your legs to the enemies of your enemies, do not compare yourself because you have nothing with which to face those truths.

The indignant woman came through the window, approached the child and said to him: What you are saying may be true, I opened my legs for the enemies of my enemies, I do not know who the father of my daughters is, I am not interested in knowing either, the only thing that really matters is that I was left with the king and you were left without a mother, now you have to respect me as your greatest love, do not spit up because whatever you say or do will fall on your face, because you also have no power if it is not through the king, so we are on the same level, ¿would it not be better if we cooperated dear son? If you love me I will love you, remember it well, lest this room cannot be maintained and disappears in the same way as your mother did, the child stomped on the woman's feet, who screamed and pushed the child and then he smiled from the floor where he lay down and said to her: ¿Do you see the difference? On my feet there are shoes that cover them while you have to walk on shit, there you go to realize that it's not that we're on the same level, but that you're not fit to be at my level, once that was said, Ciprianito left that room leaving Peyton irritated who was rubbing her feet and noticing how a bruise was beginning to form on them, on her face you could see the disgust she felt for the boy, but even so she knew that a brat wouldn't have the power to rule her, and with that thought in mind she smiled, stood up, shook her dress and left ignoring everyone who tried to greet her, but the brat's words wouldn't leave her mind:

 “¿Do you see the difference?, On my feet there are shoes that cover them, while you have to walk on shit, there you'll realize that it's not that we're on the same level, but that you're not fit to be at my level."

¿How dare that good-for-nothing put her in her place?,  But she would figure out how to deal with him when the crown was hers, then she would regret having offended her in that way this time.

Just then, Peyton heard some maids who were cleaning the window frames comment that the king's son was really kind to the women of the mansion, not only spending a lot of time there, but even giving expensive gifts to each one of them.

Then, opening her eyes and letting out a half-smile, she approached the maids and asked them softly, ¿Is what you are saying true? ¿What is the source that confirms to you that the heir does that? Surprised, the maids immediately apologized and said: Excuse these poor servants, it was not our intention to speak ill of the crown prince, we are only commenting on the things that are mentioned in the mansion that was installed a few years ago here in the kingdom.

I remembered that the women of the mansion here were recruited by the women of the duchy mansion, forgive these humble servants for talking about what does not concern us, however, Peyton kindly told them: No, I was simply curious because I had never heard that the crown prince was kind to any woman other than his mother and the midwife Maggie, which is why it is a great pleasure for me to hear that the relationship of the crown prince with the women of that trade is so good, ¿who would say that our prince was so naughty?

 The maids remained silent and did not comment on anything, in fact, they continued cleaning with total discretion, while Peyton laughed a little and left with an idea in mind, it was quite refreshing to know that the prince could be kind to women who did and do the same thing she had done in the past, so ¿where was the morality that he seemed to process so much? He was just a spoiled and resentful child who needed a mother to educate him well, therefore, she told herself that she should think about how to kill someone without killing him, and a brilliant idea came to her mind: since the prince liked women of this profession so much, she would make him live a magnificent experience that would never leave his mind, because now she would be his mother and a mother needs to reprimand her children to respect her and pay attention to her, only then will a child correct himself and leave his arrogance once and for all.

 ¿Who would say that she had barely argued with the brat?, However, she only wanted to correct him, but to do it right she needed to pull some small strings in secret so that mom would kill his stupid pride.

¿How to kill someone without letting him die?

She was very clear about her ambitions, but she also knew that she had to bend the pride and the big ego that the little brat had for her own benefit and that of her daughters.

And she, who was a cunning woman and had messed with any vermin that could move, secretly left the palace disguised as a maid so that no one would notice that she had left, leaving her personal maid attentive to any strange movement that could happen in her absence which would only be for a couple of hours, the maid without saying or refuting anything stayed like a guard dog at the back door where her mistress, in this case, Peyton, had left.

Peyton really looked like just another maid with her rags and dirty, tangled hair, her face covered in mud, riding a donkey until she reached the foreman, Julian: good morning, slaves at a good price.

Julian was an ugly man with a big double chin and an obvious overweight that made it difficult to see his legs due to his obesity, however, he had a lot of lovers, but there was one in particular called Flor who was around 29 years old, she was black and her hair seemed to be charred as if it didn't grow and was just a fluff on her skull... 

Flor was only a year younger than Julian, the latter was 30 and she was only 29 and even though she was a slave… she was not treated as such because her hypnotic eyes had captivated the foreman, leaving this man unable to stop thinking day and night as if he were bewitched... As if he had been bewitched.

Her other lovers, white and dark-skinned women, tended to respect Flor quite a bit, perhaps because for her sending them to the other world could be as easy as snapping her fingers…

In magic all kinds of pranks are allowed, but there are practices that carry a great risk for whoever performs them and for whoever receives them and perhaps that was the reason why the other lovers became submissive before the imposing presence of Flor, the foreman's favorite lover.