Master's Little Pet

chapter 11

Luther's eyes burned with an inner fire as he gazed at Lydia, his personal maid. As a demon, he was drawn to her innocence, her purity. But he knew he had to resist, for she was still underage and he would not cross that line.

As Lydia served him, her movements graceful and unaware of the danger lurking beneath his royal facade, Luther's control frayed. He ached to touch her, to claim her, but he clenched his fists, fighting the urge.

One fateful evening, while Lydia helped Luther with his attire as he had a royal ball to attend with his mother, their bodies almost touched, and the air thickened with tension. Luther's breathing slowed, his eyes fixed on Lydia's lips, her neck, her skin.

Lydia, sensing his gaze, looked up, her eyes locking onto Luther's. For a moment, they froze, the world around them melting away. Then, Lydia's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her hands trembling.

"M-Master , I'll finish your attire," she stammered, trying to maintain her composure.

Luther's voice was low, husky. "No, Lydia. You've done enough. Leave me."

As Lydia retreated, Luther's eyes followed her, his desire burning brighter. He knew he had to keep his distance, for her sake and his own.

That night, Lydia couldn't shake off the feeling of Luther's gaze on her skin. She felt exposed, vulnerable. Yet, a part of her longed to be near him, to understand the mysteries surrounding him.

The next day, while serving Luther, Lydia's fingers brushed against his. A jolt of electricity ran through her body, and she jerked back, her cheeks flushing.

Luther's expression turned stern, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of desire. "Be careful, Lydia. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Lydia's heart skipped a beat. What did he mean? Was it a warning or a promise?

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The queen's eyes narrowed as she observed the tension between Luther and Lydia. She approached Luther, her voice low and measured. "Luther, my son, I've noticed the way you look at the maid. Lydia is just a human, a mere mortal. She's not worthy of your attention."

Luther's expression remained neutral, but his eyes flashed with defiance. "Mother, I can handle my own desires."

The queen's voice took on a warning tone. "Desires? Luther, you're a demon. You can't afford to indulge in human weaknesses. Lydia is just a maid, a fleeting pleasure. Don't compromise our kingdom's power for a moment's indulgence."

Luther's jaw clenched, his teeth grinding in frustration. He knew his mother spoke the truth, but he couldn't help the way he felt. Lydia had awakened something within him, something he thought long dead.

"I understand, Mother," Luther said finally, his voice controlled. "But I'll not harm her. I promise."

The queen's gaze lingered on Luther, searching for any sign of weakness. "See that you don't, Luther. Lydia is just a maid. Don't forget it."

As the queen departed, Luther's eyes sought out Lydia, who was busy with her duties. He felt a pang of longing, mixed with frustration. Why did his mother have to remind him of the chasm between them?

You're right, Dimitri should address her as Lydia, not "maid", since they have a familiar relationship. Here's the revised continuation:

Lydia approached Dimitri in the garden, where they had shared conversations before. "Hey, Dimitri, what are you doing here in the master's garden stalker?" she teased, expecting a friendly response.

But Dimitri's expression turned cold, his eyes distant. "I serve Master Luther, Lydia. That's all."

Lydia's confusion deepened. Had she misremembered their previous conversations in this very garden? "Dimitri, we've talked before.... Why the sudden change?"