His maid and madness

Chapter 8

"Come sit on my lap!!"

He commanded, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that made my heart quail. I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me, followed by a surge of indignation. I stood there without a single word. How dare he! The king, the ruler of the land, sworn to protect his people, not indulge in lustful whims.

I stood frozen, my mind racing with the implications of his words. Fear, anger, and disgust wrestled for dominance within me. I couldn't bring myself to move, to obey his command. It went against everything I believed in, everything I knew to be right. I wouldn't compromise my values, my self-respect, no matter the cost.

"I will never do this, I'll protect him from his betrayer, but not by sacrificing my dignity." I thought, my mind a steel trap of determination. "

"Don't you hear me?"
King said again with his domination and husky voice looking at Y/N

I looked down, avoiding his gaze, as I spoke the words that would seal my fate. "I'm sorry, my lord... I... can't." My voice trembled, barely above a whisper, as I awaited the storm to come.

(Others POV)

Taehyung's eyes blazed with fury, his face purpling with rage. How dare she, a mere maid, defy his command? His anger was a palpable force, a living entity that pulsed with a life of its own.

The air seemed to vibrate with tension as he rose from his chair, his eyes blazing with anger. His voice was a low growl, a warning of the tempest to come. "What did you just say?? How dare you..." His words dripped with venom, each syllable a lash that struck fear into
Y/N's heart.

But his words were cut short as he stumbled, his legs buckling beneath him. Y/N saw the drinking bottles then, scattered around the room like landmines, and knew he was heavily drunk. The king, the mighty ruler, brought low by his own indulgence.

Y/N approached him cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. His growling grew louder, more menacing, as I reached out to help him. But he jerked his hand away, his eyes flashing with anger. "A mare maid like You are not allowed to touch a king without his permission," he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt.

She stood back, her hand still outstretched, as he struggled to rise. But he couldn't, his body betraying him. She knew she had to act, to help him, no matter the cost. So she reached out again, her touch gentle but firm. "I know you can do it, my lord," she said, her voice steady, "but a little help won't make you small in front of me." She said softly looking in the eyes of taehyung.

This time he didn't jerk her hand , As she reached out to help him, Taehyung's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze piercing through the air like a dagger. For a moment, time stood still, and all that existed was the two of them, suspended in a world of their own. His eyes, once blazing with anger, now burned with a different intensity, a spark of curiosity that drew her in.  Whole time his eyes locked into her every action how calmly she take care of him. Her every action makes him fall for her hidden beauty which cannot be seen from naked eyes.

She helped him to the bed, her hands wrapped around his torso, his arms draped over her shoulders. Their bodies were inches apart, the heat between them palpable. As she eased him onto the bed, his growling grew louder, a low rumble that vibrated through her very being.