Chained

Princess and Milady

Mr. K was having his coffee in the Castle's private study. He was already lounging on his chair behind the mahogany table, shuffling thru the number of papers that he has been stacking up recently. Having to prepare the arrival of Arthit has been hectic as it is. Tew, his driver, confidant and now former personal assistant (though he is acting like one since they have yet transitioned the responsibilities to Arthit) was there with him, pushing papers after papers. Mr. K almost sigh. Almost. Paperworks are his worst nightmare. Having to maintain a legal business in Bangkok while trying to control the underworld is a bit of a hassle. Appearances must be maintained, otherwise, blood would be spilled just to cover-up every single shit that is happening when the sun has gone down.

Information, connection and money. Three things that he has in order for him to maintain his control to his much... darker agendas.

He was in the middle of giving instructions to Tew about the new shipment that will be arriving that night, and the remaining items of his lady that should be transferred to the Castle when he heard a very loud (girly) scream. This time, Mr. K did sighed.

"Joker. Have you forgotten to tell me anything?" he asked "Anything important? Like a grey hair - 5 foot eight ball of sunshine?"

Tew's ever so present smile grew bigger, if that was even possible. The man knows that his master has already sniffed out his surprise the moment he stepped into the castle. Nothing passes by the sharp intuition of his master; but his surprise has his own trick on his sleeve that even his omniscient master fails to crack.

Mr. K merely shook his head and took a sip of his coffee. He needs to finish his morning responsibilities before he faces his princess and his lady.

ARTHIT'S P.O.V.:

I can't believe what has happened to me. Twenty-Four Hours... it only took twenty-four hours to turn my boring normal life into this kind of chaos. Mr. K has methodologically trapped me on his castle. Right after he demanded (he did not offered the job as my resounding NO was ignored) that I became his secretary, he also told me that I am supposed to live with him in this so called Castle a.k.a., his penthouse home. I almost said no again; but the stare that he is giving me makes my resolve crumble.

'I owe him' that's what I kept telling myself. I owe him this much, and although this is against my wishes and dreams; I told myself that this is my way of repaying his kindness.

After that tense first meeting with my benefactor, he gave me a short tour of his home; and by short I mean he sent me to my new room. It was a decently size room with a very minimalistic design. It has a four poster bed with a television in front of it while the view of Bangkok is ever so present on the floor to ceiling window. There is a walk in closet with new clothes on it.