He is My Lord

I Will Not Bed You My Lord

London, England 1422

I woke up next day to feeling like my head exploding. I let out a loud groan as I sat up which only made my head worse. Last night's horrible events came springing back to my mind and it was truthfully so horrible, it made me shudder in disgust just thinking back to it. Just like that, she gave herself to him; a monster. She gave herself so easily to a cold hearted monster, almost like it meant absolutely nothing.

But why is it bothering me? Why do I care? It is her life and if she wants things his way then that's great. It's especially great for me because if he spends all his time with her, he will spend less time with me. She wins, he wins, and I win. This is nice. Even if it doesn't feel so nice for some reason...

A knock sounded at my door making me squeeze my eyes shut again. The person knocking didn't seem to have the patience to wait for me to get up and get to the door as they swung it open making it bang against the wall. The sound cut through my scalp and for a few seconds I believed I had hallucinated a not-so-descent Lord entering my bed chambers.

I clearly need sleep so whoever it is can walk right out again. My head is killing me.

However I was not hallucinating... not yet at least, because a half descent, half naked Lord did indeed enter my bed chambers holding something in his hands.

Once it hit me what was happening my eyes almost bulged out of my head and I felt my cheeks heat up as my eyes wandered down the exposed flesh known as his torso. Catching myself in what I was doing I hurried to look away shaking my head which only caused a sharp pain to pierce through my skull.

Massaging my temples and momentarily forgetting that a half naked Lord is actually standing in my room, I continue massaging my temples. I don't know for how long he was planning on standing there so I kept massaging my head until he spoke.

"It seems like someone didn't enjoy last night" he asked, or more like stated. My eyes slowly opened to look into his and I was taken aback by the playfulness in them.

He is mocking me; he did that on purpose.

I could feel the anger rise up in me but as I furrowed my eyebrows furiously another wave of pain shot through my head making me groan and grip my head hard.

"I really thought you would enjoy it...What part didn't you like if you had to be specific?"

My eyes snapped up and my mouth fell open. He has never spoken this way to me before so his questions were throwing me so off guard and for a few seconds that I forgot about my headache... gods I even forgot I owned a head.

He was smirking at me and it was making me uncomfortable.

What kind of game is this?

"You are making me uncomfortable" he joked probably because I was staring at him, just not for the reason he thought I was. It just so happened that I was looking at the spot where he stood before I had zoned out which now looks like I was taking advantage of him with my eyes. Which I certainly was not!

I swallowed hard, "What do you want?" I whispered.

"I just need these papers fixed" he said lifting his hand which indeed had a bunch of papers.

"And you didn't have a clean shirt? Is that the other thing you want me to do; wash your clothes?" I asked as I closed my eyes again as someone decided to play the Tabor and Nakers at the same time on my head.

He chuckled, the sound sounding unfamiliar to me making me furrow my eyebrows again (I do that a lot lately) "the shirt was for your pleasure"

For my pleasure? He forgot his shirt to please me? Why would it...