Whispers Of Desires: A Sense Of Truth {Book 2}

꧁༺ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓧𝓧𝓥𝓘: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ༻꧂

The midday sun beat down on the courtyard, Kazi stood stiffly behind Prince Azrael's chair, her arms crossed in front of her chest. The sight before her was enough to try the patience of a saint.

Azrael, sat on his chair, his expression a study in arrogance and boredom. He was surrounded by a group of servants. One brushed his long, straight white hair, another polished his shoe, while a third polished his nails. Kazi couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sight. The prince did not seem to notice her disgust. The arrogance of him...

A cough from Azrael shattered the silence. He flicked a dismissive hand towards the servants, who scurried away. Then he gestured for Kazi to walk forwards. Gritting her teeth, she did as she was told. "What is it, Your Highness?"

"Those grapes," he said as he pointed at a bowl of grapes in another servant's hands, "look particularly appealing. Fetch them."

Kazi stared at him, momentarily stunned into silence. "Fetch them?" she echoed, her voice dripping with disbelief. "You expect me to fetch them?"

Azrael arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Deaf, are we, K? I said, fetch the grapes."

"Your Highness," Kazi began, her voice dangerously low, "I am not here to be your personal servant. My duty is to ensure your safety, not..." she gestured towards the grapes, "...cater to your every whim."

Azrael's smirk widened. "Is that so? Perhaps you are stuttering then, because that sounded suspiciously like an excuse. Now, are you going to get the grapes, or shall I have to find someone who actually listens?"

Kazi felt a surge of anger course through her. Her fists clenched at her sides, the urge to lash out at Azrael nearly overwhelming. But she forced herself to take a deep breath, to maintain control. "Your Highness," she said through gritted teeth, "I apologize for my earlier misunderstanding. I will retrieve the grapes immediately."

She stole a glance at the servants, knowing that they were watching her. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and adopted a more confident posture. Approaching the servant holding the grapes. The servant handed them to her. As she returned to Azrael, her mind raced. This arrogant prince might think he could treat her like a servant, but when Kazi revealed herself to be a woman, he would be in for a surprise.

Reaching Azrael, Kazi held the bowl out, offering him a single, plump grape. He tilted his head back, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Closer, K," he drawled, "Or are your arms too short?"

Kazi gritted her teeth again, internally cursing the fact that she was disguised as a man. She supposed it was necessary for this mission, but it did not make it any less infuriating. As she brought the grape closer to Azrael, she couldn't help but notice the amusement dancing in his eyes.

"That is better," he said with a smirk. He opened his mouth slightly, expecting the grape to be delivered. Kazi, however, held it just out of reach, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Is that alright, Your Highness?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock concern.

"Just feed me the grape, K," Azrael snapped impatiently. "I do not have all day."

Kazi raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Feed you? But Your Highness, I would not want to offend you by implying you couldn't handle such a simple task."

"Are you defying me, K?" he said, his voice smooth and dangerous. "I said, feed me all the grapes!"

Kazi grinned, her heart racing with excitement. "Oh, I am sorry, Your Highness. I must have misunderstood. Of course, if you insist..."

As Kazi began to pop the grapes into Azrael's mouth, one by one, she couldn't help but notice a flicker of something in his eyes – a mix of annoyance, amusement, and...dare she say...intrigue?