The King's Forbidden Maid

Chapter 10: Lucifer's POV

I sat at my desk skimming over some annoying ass paper, but I couldn't focus on the shit written on them. My mind was wandering elsewhere, on that infuriating but alluring maid, Rome. Her blue eyes and hair, her pale skin, cold to the touch. I got to touch it when I helped her out of the cabinet, it was merely her hand but it was enough to send a wave of something through me. I sighed and rubbed my temples, setting the paper down. I stood up which alerted Rupert to attention it seemed.

"Just going to the bathroom then maybe the balcony, for a break." I reassured him.

He nodded and returned to his own work. I sighed and headed to the bathroom shutting the door behind me and walking to the mirror. I looked at myself, my red eyes piercing into my soul, if I have one at least. Scars adorned my neck going down my body, only partially visible at my neck though. I sighed at the sight, life had been complete shit to me and it was fucking stupid in my opinion. I just tried to grant the first humans freedom and got shit on, my fucking bad. I turned on the sink and splashed my face with the cold water, I shivered as it made contact with my face. I looked at myself again in the mirror as water dripped down my face and stubble. I ran a hand over the stubble, it was growing back in well, but I looked fucking ridiculous.

I sighed and grabbed the hand towel that hung nearby and dried off my eyes. As my eyes were shut I pictured Rome, her smile, a rare sight to me. Her scent, that of winter and pine. I leaned again the door as I thought of her, her scent intoxicating and addictive. Her blue eyes like a frozen lake, her hair like a waterfall of blue curls. She was an epitome of beauty in the form of a winter wonderland. I opened my eyes and placed the hand towel on the counter. I slid down the door and shut my eyes as my head softly made contact with the door as I leaned back. 

My mind fogged with her, only her. Her sass and attitude, her ass even. She was alluring and she wasn't even trying. When we were in my room earlier and she spoke about her sex life and how the previous partners were 'inexperienced' it made me want to show her how experience looked like. I wanted to throw her down on the bed then and there, but that's frowned upon to throw a woman on a bed without her wanting it. Would she not want it? Most likely. She didn't seem to fond of me ever, but she didn't seem to pleased over the love potion incident, but I can chalk that up to the loyalty she has of the kingdom and Rupert not me. Rupert would have had to deal with a love struck king under the influence of a spell. Even still, she let me help her out of the cabinet and when she was sitting in there, the smirk and confidence she wore, god she looked like a fucking goddess, a queen...a ice queen, one I wish to be mine. 

I bit my lip slightly my sharp teeth piercing my lip slightly as I thought of her. I wish I could have her, but our statuses aren't close to each other. She is of lower station but what I'd do to have her bent over my desk or hold her in my arms, to claim her as mine, to have her. I'd sacrifice this shitty title and crown, I didn't want,  to have her, to worship that ice storm. I can't though, I can't fall into her arms, her charms or her sass. I can never be the one she wakes up to in the morning and goes to bed with at night. I can't have her the way I want to have her, even if I could, I doubt that she'd ever want me the same way. She'd never want a title of queen, she'd never want to put up with my bullshit, but I wish she fucking did. I wish she would be mine and mine alone, but I know the universe. The universe could give less a shit about the wants and needs of anyone or anything. The universe is a bitch, I could never have her.

"I can never have my ice queen," I murmured to myself as I opened my eyes and looked up at the light above me, "but I need her. I need her to be mine"