The Diamond In The Rough✓

CHAPTER 9:

King Cyrus (Josh Heuston) in the media:

My body went incredibly still. The hair on the back of my neck stood up.

Maybe it was just a figment of my imagination.

But it was way too detailed to come from my head. 

"And where do you think you're going, little one?" His voice was incredibly deep.

Slowly, I turned around and kept my head down, finding interest in my shoes. They had a very interesting design. Did you know that?

I didn't see where he came out from but I was way too scared to know.

I could hear the sound of his shoes as he made his way towards me.

"Is my table going to set itself?" he pushed a strand of hair over my shoulder.

As calmly as I could, I made my way to his table and arranged everything for him while he sat and watched me. I felt his eyes follow my every move.

For me to finish everything with my shaky hands and not drop anything was a miracle.

When I was done, I stood a few feet behind him and watched him eat.

I knew if I stayed in front of him, something deep down would've tempted me to look at him and we all know that won't end well.

The only sound that could be heard was the cutlery and the plates.

If he'd stopped eating, I would feel like my breathing was too loud. Couldn't this be over any time soon?

He was taking his sweet time to eat and when he was done, he gulped down the metallic liquid like it was nothing.

It always irritated me when I saw them drink blood.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when he cleared his throat.

Indicating that it was time for me to clean it up.

'don't break anything, don't break anything, don't break anything' I sang in my head.

"What is your name human?" he suddenly said and it startled me so much that I almost dropped his chalice.

"L-Lyra your ma-majesty" fear was eminent in my voice.

I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could.

"Look me in the eye human!" he was suddenly holding my upper arm with a firm grip.

I had no choice but to look at him.

I used the brief moment to soak his features.

He had black hair like that of a starless night, pink heart-shaped lips, a jawline and pointed nose and his eyes.

He had beautiful mint green emeralds. They were the most astonishing shade of green I'd ever seen.

There was power radiating off him. Why wouldn't  it? He's the king!

He's also very well-built. Even while sitting, he was taller than me.

Though he's the strongest vampire around, I'm guessing he still does exercises that make him this buff.

Yes, he's scary but he was also beautiful. Like he was personally crafted by the hands of the priestess himself. If she existed.

"That's a good girl" he gently let go of my arm.

This was an odd encounter.

I don't think he could treat any of his slaves like this. But what do I know?