Daechwita and The Baker's daughter | MYG FF

Chapter 2

'Listen, you devil!' My dad said. I gasped. 'D-Dad! Stop!' I whispered hurriedly. 'Let me, Idris.' Dad said back coldy. I could hear Daechwita's dark chuckle. 'Such a stupid fellow...' he said. Suddenly, he grabbed my dad by his collar. I could feel his chains and clothes brushing against my arms and legs. 

'Listen, you moron. You'll go to the prison until I've decided what to do with you. But I won't let you live for so much more longer. I know who you are, what you are and what you're intending to do with me, and with your daughter, or shall I say, foster child.' He said in his dark tone. I gasped.

Foster child? Me?

'Hoseok! Call some soldiers to take this brat away!' Daechwita shouted. I flinched because of his loud voice. The butler who brought us here earlier nodded and went away. A few minutes later, the soldiers came. Daechwita was still holding dad's collar, but after the soldiers took him, he let go of him. 

I still stood there, not knowing what to do. 

But I didn't dare to move, or look up. I was somehow scared to meet the face of Daechwita, the most feared King of all time. I really wanted to know why my dad was agreeing on the fact that he would have poisoned Daechwita's bread. What was his intention.

He could've known that Daechwita had a taster, and that the King would surely punish him. 

'And you... are Idris?' I suddenly heard Daechwita say. I nodded a bit. 'Look up!' He said. I flinched and hesitated. I didn't want to look up, but I had to. I slowly lifted my head... and saw his face. 

I was surprised by how handsome he actually was, and how young he looked. But at the same time, he also looked so savage, and so dangerous. He had a face that looked like a cat, but not the cute one. He also had a scar through his right eye, probably ten centimetres long. It looked like a deep scar, but it would've been there for a while, I guess.

'Done looking?' He said. I flinched and nodded, being a bit embarassed. 'You can talk.' He ordered, with a cold tone. There was nothing friendly in his way of behaving. In the mean time, he already sat back on his throne. 'I-I'm so sorry for my dad, Your Majesty... I-I didn't know anything about this... I think h-he wasn't in his right mind, c-can you maybe s-show mercy..?' I whispered the last part.

While saying this, I was scared for my life. No one would ask the King for mercy. I don't know what came in me to blabber this out and I immediately palmed my mouth. 'I-I mean, I- I'm sorry, Your Majesty! I take m-my words back, Your Majesty!' I said hurriedly. 

He looked at me with a strong look. 'You just asked mercy for someone who tried to kill me? You had the guts to say that, as a peasant?' He said dangerously. I shivered under his gaze. 'Well, I would've let you go in the first place if you didn't dare to look up when you entered the parlor. But you did that, although my butler warned you NOT to do it. I would've punished you lightly for that sin, but now you had the audacity to ask me to show some mercy?' He told me. 

I gasped. He saw that? Oh no.. I'm dead. I'm officially dead.  

I felt some tears escaping my eyes, but I didn't say anything back, because that would make my punishment even worse. It was just the question how he would kill me...

How could this have happened? I couldn't even imagine this when I woke up this morning! My whole life, that wouldn't last long anymore, took a 180 degree turn.

DAECHWITA POV.:

The girl named Idris fell down on the ground while apologizing. I couldn't care less, this brat! How dare she to break the strict rule to not look up when she doesn't have the permission, and then, after that she dares to ask me for some fucking mercy!

I asked that too, I asked for mercy millions of times. But I never got it, and it had huge impact on my life. Then why the fuck should I give her filthy not-father some mercy! 

It's actually so piteous for this girl. Her father is not her father and she has probably no idea what he was upto. I tried not to sigh. I couldn't deny that this girl also has a fucked up life, just as me. If I were a normal person, I would've helped her, I would've taken care of her earlier. 

But I'm not a normal person. I'm cruel and merciless. I can't take care of Idris, although I want it as much as she needs it. I need to keep my cold face and personality. 

So I told her everything that my cruel personality had in his mind at the moment. After I scolded her, I saw her tears dropping on the ground. 

Why do I feel guilt? I shouldn't feel this, it makes me too weak and pathetic.

I quickly threw that feeling away. 

'Look here, Idris!' I shouted. She flinched and looked up. I sighed mentally. 'I'll keep you here for a unknown time while I'm deciding what to do with you. HOSEOK!' I called my butler. He ran to my parlor as fast a possible. 'Yes,-' when he saw Idris sitting on the ground, he quickly changed to his professional mode. '-Your Majesty, what can I do for you?' He asked.

I knew he wanted to call me just Daechwita, but he is not allowed to do that. And especially not when there are other people. When we're just talking without any intruders, he just calls me Daechwita. I said I hate it, but deep down I don't give a fuck how he calls me.

'Order some men to take her to prison number 414.' I said shortly. I saw the shock and confusion on Hoseoks face. 'Uh- yes, Your Majesty!' He left the parlor. 

IDRIS POV.:

'Order some men to take her to prison number 414.' The King said shortly. I gasped internally. Four... Fourhundredfourteen. He really wants to kill me! I shivered even harder. 

(If I am right, 4 is a unlucky number in Korea, as the word sounds similar to the word 'Death' or 'Dead', I'm not sure which one hehe, or maybe both.)

That's it for today. 

bye.