The Diamond In The Rough✓

CHAPTER 13:

We just sat there in an awkward, uncomfortable silence.

He leaned on the dining table, arms folded and eyes closed like he was trying to think of something.

Meanwhile I was sitting on his cloud of a bed. If I had this bed it would be difficult to get up everyday.

He told me to relax but I just couldn't. Not when I'm around him.

Though I haven't been working here for so long, I still took my job seriously to avoid death.

Everything about this felt so wrong.

I'm his servant, he's my master.

End of story.

That's the only relationship we were allowed to have. And that's the only relationship I want.

Aside from me being his blood bag.

It's been roughly 15 minutes but it feels like 6 hours.

No jokes.

"I said you should relax and not soak yourself and my bed in sweat" his eyes were still closed.

I guess he could sense the tension. Even a normal person could feel how tense I am.

"I'm sorry sir. I'll get something to clean up" I didn't know what I wanted to clean but I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible with any excuse no matter how stupid.

"It'll be easier on you if you take off your shoes and relax. I'm not going to hurt you. At least not now" he muttered in the last part and I desperately wished I hadn't heard it.

"but I-"

"your shoes or your dress? The choice is yours" he opened his eyes and judging from the lifelessness of his eyes, he wasn't joking.

I knew it was pointless arguing with him on this one and it would be better to take off my shoes than my dress.

I slowly reached for my toes and took off my tiny shoes.

And sat upright.

Taking off my shoes didn't calm me down even the slightest.

King Cyrus' POV:

Fuck this was annoying.

I know I don't have to do this but in order for her to recover immediately, she has to stay by my side.

The sooner she gets better, the sooner I can feed off of her.

I feel the servants' quarters will only make her conditions worse and she won't rest due to one form of noise or another.

But that isn't my main problem right now.

What was really bugging me was her damn heartbeat. It was like a drum banging repeatedly in my ears.

Even if I weren't a vampire, I would still hear her from the other room.

She has every right to be afraid.

I honestly would be surprised if she wasn't.

I don't need to see to tell that she isn't relaxed.

"If you stay in that position, you'll end up with back pain. I suggest you lay down"

She gave me her 'Did-I-hear-right?' Look. Sometimes I wonder if she's deaf.

"but sire. I mean it-"

"you're really testing my patience. Do you really want me to whip you? Because I'm allowing you stay on my bed doesn't give you the right to talk back"