The King's Pet

Chapter 18

. ..𓂃 ྐ❤︎ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ´ཀ'

"Lucas," Bruce tuttered, shaking his head in disapproval. "You disappoint me."

Lucas had been caught trying to escape, and now he dared to ask for freedom. The audacity. The gall!

Lucas didn't respond and just continued to glare at Bruce with that insolent look. He sighed dramatically and raised his walking stick. "You know, I really expected better from you."

He brought the stick down, smacking Lucas ontop of his head.

"Do you think glaring at me will change anything?" Bruce asked, his tone almost conversational. "You should know by now, Lucas, that I don't tolerate insubordination."

He straightened up, feigning a look of disappointment. "Honestly, I thought we were making progress. But it seems you still need to learn your place."

Noting Lucas's silence, Bruce continued to speak, hoping that his words will be enough to spark a reaction from him.

"You know, Lucas..."

"If you wanted a change of scenery, you could have just asked. But no, you just had to go and make things difficult. Again." He added after remembering the maid incident where Lucas hadn't warned Bruce of his hunger...

He shivered at the thought.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." Bruce said with a cold, humorless chuckle after seeing the way Lucas was glaring at him with his fangs bared in a silent snarl. "You'll love the special glass chamber I have in mind for you. It's got a great view... of your own reflection."

Bruce glanced over at his guards, trying to recall their names. It was a futile effort; he had too many to keep track of. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a moment, struggling to remember. When he opened them again, he decided to take the easy way out. "You, the tall one, and you, the other one. Get over here."

They moved quickly, grabbing Lucas by the arms and hoisting him up. Bruce pointed his walking stick at Lucas, the tip hovering inches from his face.

"If you're going to glare at me, at least do it properly. Fix your gaze, will you? You're starting to look like a lost puppy."

His eyes flickered with a mix of anger and confusion, and Bruce leaned in closer, enjoying the moment. "There, that's better," He continued, his tone mocking. "Now you almost look like you know what you're doing. Almost."

Bruce straightened up, giving Lucas a condescending pat on the head with the tip of his walking stick. "Keep practicing, Lucas. Maybe one day you'll actually manage to intimidate someone. But today is not that day."

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