Servienne (LGBT)

11-Overdo Apologies

   Their blood both suddenly ran cold, and Aaron's eyes snapped up to Noll's as they both heard a knock at the door.

   "Prince Aaron? Apologies, but it is Lucillia. Your father wanted to see how you were, but he is terribly busy," Came the voice from the other side of the door. Noll rolled off fast, straightening his clothes as Aaron sat up, pulling the sheets over him up to his waist, placing a pillow on his lap to hide his erection, reddening like mad. "C--Come in!" He called, trying his damned hardest to keep his composure.

   It had been a long day for her, to say the least. Lucillia was absolutely exhausted, but on top of that, a mere few months or so after her assault from the prince, the king had asked her to speak with him. She would never tell King Erwin what his son had done, of course, but she could not help but feel a terrible anxiety placed upon her when she received the orders, only being able to bow her head and walk off. It had taken her a half an hour to convince herself to go up to his door and knock. She had heard voices, soft and muffled, coming from the other side, and wondered if it was Eugenia.

  Sighing heavily, she knocked. It took a long while after the room on the other side had fallen mostly quiet that she heard Aaron's voice. "C--Come in!" She heard, but she raised an eyebrow. He seemed... anxious? Lucillia walked in, holding a clipboard of papers for herself tucked under her arm, detailing all of the things she still had to do, looking about the room. Aaron sat on his bed with a pillow on his lap, a book resting there as he read, face calm and bored. A servant on the opposite side of the room by Prince Aaron's desk was fiddling with the books stacked there. Lucillia's eyes hardened. Perhaps Aaron had been yelling at this person? Whatever the matter, she knew it was time for him to go.

  "You, leave the prince be. I'm sure you have work to do in the..." She could smell the spices on his clothes from where she stood, and Lucillia couldn't help but wrinkle her nose. "... The kitchen... Off you go, kitchen helper," She ordered, and the man said not a word as he walked by her and out. She flinched.

    She could have sworn she could see him blushing.

  Once the servant had closed the door, Lucillia looked closely at Price Aaron before blushing. "Did... Did you... To him..." Lucillia suddenly felt a swell of anger in her chest as Aaron looked up from his book nonchalantly, and she strode over, ripping the pillow away from his lap, her face lighting up red. "Prince Aaron, did you sexually assault a servant?" She questioned, looking at the prince who was desperately trying to cover his erection up, absolutely appalled. "What? No! He... He d..." He stopped himself, covering the lower half of his face with one hand to try and hide his growing blush. Lucillia scoffed. "Wow, to think that you have not taken your father's words to heart in the slightest," She growled, and behind his eyes, despite, for some reason, trying to hide it, anger flared in his gaze at her words.

  When Lucillia turned to leave, she heard Aaron stand quickly, grabbing her wrist. She froze, and without her permission, her whole body began to tremble. Would he attack her again? Yell and scream and threaten to imprison her for her insubordination? She would not let him, letting out a shriek of fear, trying to pull herself from his hold, but she could not. "Wait, Luc--"

   "Please, let go." Lucillia desperately tried to free herself from his iron grip. "I'm sorry, p-please..." His grip loosened just enough for her to pull herself free, and she made a break for the door, but not before she felt his fingers brush her wrist. A small gasp came from her mouth. She couldn't help but fear him, especially after the threats he made, threats he was perfectly capable of going through with.

  Aaron recoiled, and she looked up at him through her teary, muddy brown eyes, barely able to make his outline out for a moment before blinking. He looked... Hurt. She hesitated, only now feeling just how terribly her body shook, like a fawn out of the womb, unable to properly stand on their legs. Aaron opened his mouth, but it took a moment before he could actually speak. "Lucillia, I... I just... I wanted..." What? What more could he want from her? What would she have to give him for him to stop this abuse? Aaron stared down at her tear-stained face, his heart twisting in his chest. "I... I wanted to apologize for my behavior."

  What? It had to be a joke. He was messing with her; he was messing with her mind. "Liar. You're just trying to get the throne by being falsely kind, aren't you? You selfish bastard!" Lucillia placed her hand on the door handle, and Aaron held himself back from lunging forwards to grab her. "W--Wait, I mean it! I'm sorry, I really am, I have also--" He stopped himself, biting down on the words he wished to say. How could he tell her that he had been put in the exact same situation as she had? That he had been held down, assaulted, when he had not consented to it? That the fearless prince had feared for his life? That he had felt the terror he had induced on her? Aaron took a step back, looking away from her, face riddled with horror at the thought of that time--the time he had thought he would die at the hands of a servant. He realized suddenly that attacker being a servant meant little to him now, just that it was Noll who had scared him so.

  Lucillia's eyes widened when she noticed him shaking lightly, and she took her hand from the door handle, biting her lip. "Who... Who did it to you?" She asked softly, and she saw Aaron jerk in surprise at her question, looking up at her, but his expression only confirmed it. He quickly looked away again. "No one. It's nothing, just... Never mind. Forget that I said anything, Lucillia, I'm serious. This doesn't leave this room," He insisted. She went to reach for him, to touch his arm reassuringly, but he took another step back, turning away from her, his shoulders clearly trembling.

  "Leave me be, servant," He growled, and she furrowed her eyebrows sadly, turning the handle slowly,watching him fall apart from behind, pushing her away from his heart, trying to be that fearless, cruel prince. "I will never forget it, not in all my life, that fear that you made me feel. But despite that..." She sighed deeply.

    "I forgive you, Prince Aaron," Lucillia said softly, opening the door and making her leave.

A/N: That was a half-assed apology.