. ..𓂃 ྐ❤︎ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 'ཀ'
Steam swirled around Bruce as he lounged in the oversized bathtub, the water lapping gently at his skin. His servants got to work their delicate hands gently scrubbing and massaging his skin. Two of them stood at the head of the tub, fanning him with large, ornate fans, while others attended to his every need.
They dipped cloths into the water, their hands trembling slightly as they began to wash him. Bruce closed his eyes, allowing himself a rare moment of relaxation.
"Ah, if only every day could end like this," Bruce mused aloud, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Maybe I should just stay in here forever."
The servant, a young woman whose name Bruce didn't even care to know about, chuckled softly as she poured more hot water into the tub. "You'd turn into a prune, your Majesty," she replied, her tone light and teasing.
He opened one eye and looked at her, deciding to play along. "Well, at least I'd be a well-preserved prune," Bruce quipped, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.
Emboldened by his humor, she leaned down and whispered sensually into his ear. "You know, your Majesty," she said, her voice dropping to a more intimate one, "a prune like you could use some company." She smiled softly as she placed a kiss on Bruce's neck, her hands gingerly running over his scarred back.
Bruce's eyes snapped open, and he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not cruel. "Curiosity killed the cat, my dear," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
The room fell silent. The guards, who had been diligently watching over Bruce, noticed the commotion and stepped forward. Bruce gave them a slight nod, and they moved to drag the girl away. She cried out, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "Please, Your Majesty, forgive me!"
Bruce watched her with a cold detachment. "Exile her," he commanded. "I don't want her to ever step foot onto my land again."
As the girl was taken away, Bruce's trusted subordinate entered the room, his eyes carefully avoiding the scene that had just unfolded. "Your Majesty," he began, holding out a tablet. "You might want to see this."
Bruce took the tablet, his expression shifting from boredom to mild interest. On the screen, Lucas, was attempting to escape. However, each attempt ended in a sizzle and a yelp of pain. Bruce chuckled, shaking his head.
Lucas, Lucas... when will you learn?
Bruce watched as he tried again and again, only to be repelled by the shimmering barrier.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Bruce's lips. Lucas's spirit was unyielding, much like his own.
"Persistent, isn't he?" Bruce murmured, more to himself than to the servants. They remain silent, as expected.
He handed the tablet back and stood up, water cascading off his body. The servants rushed forward, wrapping a plush robe around him.
"Increase the silver content in the walls," Bruce instructed his subordinate, "Let's see how long his persistence lasts."
The man bowed and just as he was about to leave Bruce called out to him.
"Oh, and a bucket of ice."
It's about time, Lucas, receives punishment for his actions...
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The King's Pet
Vampir"You can't lead a kingdom from a coffin." Bruce had to remind himself of that every morning as he looked at the reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at him was different from the one who once led his army with an iron fist. He'd given ev...
