My FAIR Lady |FAIRVERSE Book ~ 1|✓

Chapter ♦ 21

Zylith.

"Hmm, how about you go and try to subdue the servant legion from the Queen Dowager. That ought to pass some of your leisure time." Charming as he was, even angels would damn themselves for him. That wry meaningful smile of his depicted the true sense of the words, 'Clever-as-the-Devil-and-twice-as-pretty.'

This guy.

Who was looking at me viciously yet smiling enchantingly, to this day, I am clueless as to what goes on in this guy's head. He's like ten people packed in one body, and be like – Spin the wheel, buttercup. I felt he should be bragging if he hadn't had one of his mood swings in like, the next five minutes.

I guess some people are the human version of period cramps.

I didn't want to be in his presence any longer either, but when he so blatantly shoo-ed me off while taking the others away to have some of his secret discussions again, I felt I was the only one left out from the team. And that didn't make me feel very good. But he was the boss, and I couldn't really confute his orders. Also, like he said, I had to take care of those pesky spy-maids of the Queen Dowager.

God, why was my life so complicated?

"Your Highness, you are back." The lead maid, who looked more like a playground bully than a leader came forward to greet me when I came back to my quarters. I just wordlessly nodded at her and made way to my bed.

Yes, I won't deny that I'm a sloth, I just love my bed. There's really nothing anyone can do about it.

"Your Highness?" The head maid exclaimed in astonishment.

I sat huddled up in my bed and looked at her surprised face with indifference.

"Yes?" I almost glowered at her with a 'You-got-something-to-say?' face.

"N-No, It is nothing." She lowered her head in a fluster when she saw my sharp demeanour.

The maids in the background noticeably flinched at my tone. I didn't know I evoked such terror in the hearts of these girls. Not that it felt bad being at the top of the food-chain, but it would be hard cracking them up if they were so much on guard against me.

I raked my mind how to kick them out when suddenly my eyes fell upon the little redhead hiding at the back corner of the room.

"You there," I pointed out at her and commanded, "Come forth."

The girl visibly recoiled when she heard me call. She hunched her shoulders even more, as if she wanted to disappear into thin air. A moment passed, and then two. Very tentatively, she dragged her feet towards me, her head still ducking low.

I looked at her from head to toe, she looked nothing like the fierce reckless kid of that day. Rather, she was as meek as a kitten, so faint-hearted that I feared she would have a cardiac arrest if I were to say a few strong words.

"What is your name," I asked.

".... "

"Speak before your tongue is cut out girl!" Roared the bossy maid beside her. I frowned at the bossy maid_ no! scratch that, Bossy bitch in front of me in abhorrence. One thing I hated the most in life was bullies and bitches. And I found one right here amid the era of primordial flare. The worst of the kind, the ones who loved to feel the sickly surge of delight when they inflicted pain on another.

Unsurprisingly so, my bloodlust recurred. I wanted to give this tramp a taste of her own meds. My relapsing violent thoughts were interrupted by a squeaky intone, "M-My name is Liana Miller, Your Highness." The girl's voice was every bit the timid being she portrayed herself to be.