The Princess Slave

Violette POV

I followed Master to his chambers. Before we even reached the door, Loren opened it and Master stood to the side, waiving me to go on before him. That’s.. different.

Master stepped into the room behind me and the door closed.

“You didn’t make the bed.” He said plainly. I pinched my lips together as I looked at it. The blanket lay messily on the mattress, the pillows flat and sunken.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I.. didn’t think you’d want me to,” I said.

“Why not?” He asked as he walked around me. He walked over to the bed and began making it.

“Rule number 5,” I said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh.” He replied. I took a deep breath and watched him. His dress shirt clung tightly to his muscles, his hair was neatly combed on his head. Dear Goddess.. what am I doing? I can’t be checking him out right before he kills me!

After he’d finished making the bed he walked into his office, taking a seat at his desk, and sighing.

“How do you feel?” He asked. I took a few steps closer to the office and looked at him questionably. He’s not angry with me?

“I feel fine,” I said. I’d almost asked him how he felt.. but I didn’t know if that would be pushing it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. He waved me over and I walked into the office.

“Do you want to?” I asked.

“Yes.” He said. Was he going to get onto me? I’d clearly made him so angry last night that he’d almost killed me. I feel like that’s definitely worth talking about.

“I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I don’t know what got into me.” He said.

“I’m.. I’m sorry too.” I said.

“I didn’t mean it when I called you a whore slave.” He said. I clasped my hands together, pinching my lips in a thin line.

“It’s alright..” I said after a few seconds.

“Please.. stop saying that.” He rubbed his forehead with his fingers in irritation.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll do my best.” I said honestly. He nodded his head.

“Thank you.” He responded.

“Would you like to help me, today?” He asked. He looked at me, and for a split second, I swear I saw hope in his eyes. Like he wanted me to say yes to.. what do you call it? Spending time with him?

“Yes. What do you need?” I asked. His lips curled into a small smile.. butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the sight.

“King stuff.” He said in a jokingly tone. I nodded. I went to take my normal seat on the floor next to him when he grabbed my arm.

“Bring that chair over here and we can share the desk.” He said. I raised my eyebrows in shock.. but did as he asked. I walked over to the other chair and grabbed it.

“Wait a second.” He said. I looked back at him and he stood.

“Did you touch the gray door?” He asked. My heart began pounding hard.. he knows.

“I.. it was cracked. I only shut it..” I said. He let out a sigh.

“You didn’t look inside?” He asked. I only shook my head in response.

“Okay. Come, we have a lot to do.” He said. I began biting the insides of my cheeks.. my anxiety with him is through the roof today. I feel like he could snap at any moment, and now that my heat has eased up on me, I don’t feel as brazen as I did last night.

I pulled the chair over to the side of his desk and he nodded in approval. I kept my eyes on him with every movement he made. I hate being so.. on edge. But after last night I’m afraid to do the wrong thing.

As we all know it, he could literally kill me in a heartbeat if he really wanted to. Last night was only proof.

He placed a stack of papers in front of me as well as a quill and a small jar of ink. I instantly immersed myself in the work, hoping to take my mind off of everything but I kept feeling his eyes on me. Every so often he’d stop writing and I could feel his stare. I tried my best not to let it bother me, but it was beginning to make me slightly uncomfortable.

“Have you eaten? Bathed?” He asked. I looked up from the papers and shook my head. Does he think I don’t smell good? All of a sudden I was very self-conscious.. though when I smell myself, I smell him all over me. And I thought it smelled nice.

“No, Master,” I said.

“I will have someone bring some food up. After we’re done you may retire to your chambers to clean up.” He said.

“Thank you,” I said softly. Though, it was more or less a whisper. His eyes glazed over and after a moment he went back to writing.

I do quite enjoy the silence.. it can be a very nice thing, or it could be the worst. I guess it just depends on the circumstances. Right now, I see it as a good thing.

I went back to writing.

Not more than half an hour later there were knocks on the door. His eyes glazed over, then the door opened.

“Your food, my King,” Loren said. Master waved him to come. Loren went to place the plate in front of Viktor when he shook his head.

“It’s for Violette.” He said. Loren nodded and placed the plate full of fruits, meats, and other foods I hadn’t even imagined before in front of me.

“You may go. Thank you.” Viktor said.

I gave Loren a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Loren,” I said.

“It is my pleasure.” He replied with a smile. He quickly took off and as the door closed Master looked at me.

At first, I just stared at the plate. I felt odd eating in front of him.. and I think he knew it. He reached for a piece of fresh, cut mango and held it out for me. I stared at his hand unsure of what to do.. then I began to reach for it.

“No.” He said. I pulled back my hand and looked at him peculiarly.

“Take a bite.” He said. His lips curled into a half smile as he watched me. I closed my eyes and let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding in.

I leaned forward and he pressed the mango against my lips. I opened my mouth and took the small piece. Goddess.. that’s quite good. Juicy, flavorful.. it’d been a while since I’d had fresh mango.

“Good?” He asked. I nodded my head as I finished chewing and swallowed.

“Very good.. thank you,” I said. I wonder why it is that he’d rather feed me, because as time went on, he still wouldn’t t allow me to do it myself. Honestly, I couldn’t complain.. there was something attractive about the way he did it.