Virtue (ON HOLD)

03.

Virtue

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~ Kyra

WORDS COULD NOT explain my anger as I ventured toward my room. The same servant showed me around, and I couldn't help but stare at his face. He was almost like me, 'cursed with blackness', only, he had a lighter skin tone. Just like the chief.

He had dark, white  eyes laced with thick eyelashes. He had a large scar, extending from his bushy eyebrow to the corner of his nose. Come to think of it, I didn't notice how long his hair was. He had twisted each strand into waist length dreadlocks, which he had half up in a bun and two pieces out at the front. He had a squared jaw, with high cheekbones, surrounded with very little jaw shadow.

He moved around the room swiftly, making the bed, etcetera. 

"I'm guessing you aren't going to apologize." I piped up, trying to make smooth conversation.

"What for? I don't think I've seen you," 

I nearly collapsed as my knees gave way as he spoke. Even though he didn't turn to look at me, nor did he answer with any form of interest, his deep, crisp voice could make anyone melt.

He didn't stop what he was doing as he waited for my response.

"You knocked me over this morning." I had to find a way to get his attention.

I began to take of my armour, piece by piece. I started with the boots, then unzipped the jeans.

I'm guessing he had heard the metal hit the ground, because he paused, but still didn't turn around.

"That was no fault of mine."

"Excuse me, servant. I'm n-"

"My name is Jamal." He sounded irritated as he tilted a little. The moon light reflected the sharp toning of his face. I didn't even realize it was already night-time.

With that, and with no answer for me to give, Jamal walked out, with a perfect resting expression. He stopped at the door frame.

"I hope you enjoy your night."

As soon as he closed the door, I danced around my room and finally slumped onto the bed. My body sunk into it. I had never, ever felt this way before. About someone as irritating as him.

But that didn't manage to take my anger away from the scene that occurred before now. I was mated with a racist. 

It still confused me the way his emotions had fluctuated. First, he'd embrace me. The next thing I know, I'd speak up to verify and he sternly denies R. He's hiding something from me and only the gods know what.

To take the stress away, I decided a sluice would be best. I would feel as if all the things in the world would be gone, the same feeling I had when I was a thief.

 Removing the last of my remaining gauntlets, I swung open the door and happened to see Adonis in the hallway. It seemed he was on his way somewhere.

As soon as he sighted me, his eyes went straight up to the ceiling.

He groaned. "And who said you had permission to stay in my province? We don't provide for thieves."

"Oh don't be a killjoy. Your little 'P.A' happened to be preparing my room by the time I left your presence."