"Do you usually pick girls like this?" I knew he wanted to throw me down and I giggled internally, enjoying every second of annoying him.
"So tell me what's the reason of your nice body but shit of a personality?" He stopped on his tracks and glared at me. His eyes shining with the hate he possessed for me. To be honest I loved it. It was so sexy.
The doors of the chamber opened, and the women muttered amongst themselves. I noticed how most of them had gone red. I wanted to laugh at their hopelessness, this man didn't even pay them any attention.
Everyone got aside to let him walk towards the bed. He threw me and I hissed when the pain shook the fuck out of me.
I threw him a glare and he smirked before going towards a woman.
Oh my god! She was supposed to be a princess, what was she doing here as a maid!!
He whispered something to her and went outside, stopping for the last time and turning towards me before giving me a hard I-would-kill-you-if-you-came-infornt-of-my-sight type of glare.
The doors of the chamber closed and all the eyes were on me. It almost felt like I was a celebrity, which I was. Mama raised a QUEEN!
The same girl who he had talked to came forward and passed me a smile. OMG she was so beautiful, If I wouldn't have been straight, I would have wifed her up right then.
"Hi my name is Sunanda. What is your name?" I mean I loved how she was being polite enough to ask my name even when I knew that the news of my glory must have been heard by millions by then.
"Gayatri." She smiled before she motioned other women to come forward and talk to me. I hesitantly replied to all their questions, which were mainly about..
-> from where I had come.
-> how did it feel like to be held be the general?
Sigh
As the time passed and Sunanda helped me change into the clothes, (they gave me a weird pair of undies- a vest and a white cotton skirt.)
I felt fresh.
Bathed and fully clothed.
It was a type of a lehnga but for maids-Plain blouse and a skirt all paired up with a dupatta.
I liked it.
Something was better than nothing.
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"So the general had called me in his room?" I asked Sunanda who was helping me walk. She nodded her head and quickly told the soldiers standing in front of his door.
He opened it and we entered the room to see, General talking with an old man. His gaze paned upon me and for a split moment I saw his breath hitch.
I ignored it and looked at the old man who chose to stare at me for a little bit too long. I cleared my throat and raised my eyebrow, questioning him.
"You called us General?" My voice was a little bit cocky. This man was hating on me a few hours ago and now had called me to his room with this wierd little old man staring at me.
"Yes. He is a physician and he would treat your bruise." My eyes widened at his statement. No he did not just say that!
The man who gave me the wound, now had a change of heart and had called the physician for me?!
Should I be falling in love with him now?
Ridiculous!
"A sorry would have done a better job General. I wouldn't have minded that." I said with a slight hinge in my voice just to test the waters. His then clam posture had turned into an angry glare. To be honest, it was fun teasing him.
"Be grateful that on the orders of the Queen, I have called the physician, otherwise I wouldn't have given a single glance to your infected bruise." I rolled my eyes and cussed him in my mind. Bitch was speaking too much.
The physician told me to sit down on the chair and I did. I noticed how the general passed a small smile to Sunanda and an unknown feeling washed over me.
He couldn't even stand my presence and there he was smiling too sweetly with the other gorgeous woman. I didn't have any problem with that goddess of a woman, but I kind of hated the man she was standing with. If I had been given a chance, I would have shoved the same dagger he stabbed me with up his ass and then rip his intestines out from his dic-
"Well I want you to lift your skirt a bit up miss." The physician's voice brought me out of my stance and I narrowed my eyes at his request. I noticed that the general was standing there too, so I shrugged my thoughts and lifted my skirt a bit up till it showed my bruise.
"An infection?" The physician's eyes widened and I winced at his look. Like bro I knew this bruise was infected, so why don't you just do your shit rather than giving us your sound tracks?!
He asked the general to get his bag and then took out some big fat scissors. My eyes practically bulged out of my sockets. I immediately pulled my leg back and looked at his hand in horror.
"W-what are you doing?!" I tried to keep my voice stable but I couldn't stop it from wavering. My eyes fell onto the two other people in the room.
Sunanda, too, had a horrified look on her face.
General? Well he was smirking delvishly.
"This is to remove the infected skin. Then I'll cover up your wound with a bandage." The physician told like it wasn't a big deal.
I couldn't let the General win.
My chuckle wavered and I let him do his work. And when I say that shit hurt...I mean it as in, peeling my skin off slowly and then applying salt of a medicine on my wound and then wrapping it up with a bandage.
I had bit my lips so harshly that I was worried they would bleed. I had closed my eyes tightly, silently bearing the pain. I felt tears drop from my closed eyes, I winced at my weak state.
I hated crying.
Hot girls don't cry.
Girls like me don't cry~~
"All done miss." The physician got up and looked at general before telling me the basic things to keep in my mind and then left.
I inhaled a shaky breath before getting up, A shriek left my mouth as I stumbled on my feet. Pain bolting through my entire body and short circuiting my nervous system making me fall into an embrace.
The General's hold on me was strong but gentle. I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time that day and pushed him a little back. Man I didn't even like that man, he was the one who gave me this big ass bruise.
Sunanda held my hand and we made our way out of his room.
Dog shit.
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General
I hated everything about that woman. She was such a pain to deal with in the first place and now the queen had made her, her right hand.
The queen had ordered me to take care of Gayatri.
Gayatri....
Her name sounded so good but her personality was as bad as her face.
She was ugly both inside out.
She didn't have any manners.
She talked nonsense.
She punched me.
She bruises my hand.
She was stupid.
Why was I even so worked up?
The door to my room opened and I turned back to finally look at our new nuisance.
I felt my heart skip a beat.
She didn't wear any extravagant clothes, just a plain dress made for the maids, yet she made it look so beautiful.
I shook my head to shake away my thoughts and focused on my task.
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