After glaring at us for a few seconds, our new Lord started speaking.
'Work is to be done perfectly'
Ah, yes hello to you too..
Exactly! Ignore how good his voice is.
'Whoever wastes anytime here is to be fired'.
What?
He must be kidding..
Define wasting time.
Is sleeping a waste of time?
If he thinks it is, I'm going to have to hate him.
Though I don't want that.
'You understand? Fired!'.
And there goes me thinking about using the "eh! But I didn't really hear him" excuse.
'I don't know how your work activities went, but I will be giving each and every one of you a list of what they are supposed to, and not, to do'
He actually took time to write how he likes his eggs?
Isn't he busy?
Killing enemies and all.
High Lords are wierd.
'A place where I stay must be perfect, spotless, it must be golden with no scratches, do we have a deal?'
No, not if you think sleeping is a waste of time.
I'm still mesmerised with his confidence though.
I liked how his head was held high, his face portrayed nothing, his voice was loud and clear, menacing and manly, it was respectable.
He stood there, his form screaming "I'm in control".
His glare passed on each and every one of us, lingering on some and sparing some.
Then his eyes met mine, I felt shivers all over, it was an interesting experiment I didn't really feel goosebumps daily, only in winter.
While I was thinking about my goosebumps experience.
His eyes were devouring me, taking me in.
I felt my face burning, then his eyes ran over my whole body, slowly,
Tortuoslly.
Thanks to that, now my face was an erupting volcano, a hot red tomato.
My ears decided to join the "let's all get red so he can notice our stupid self" group.
It was torture, and his eyes were still on their way on my waist, reaching the skirt of my dress.
I don't get him.
The dress is a uniform dress, all the servants were wearing it, so nothing was that unusual. Move your eyes already, I'm dying here.
Move, just move already!!
Then his eyes left me and went to the next victim.
Phew!
Breathing out of the volcano in my face and ears only took minutes, and I returned pale again.
Oh how I missed coldness!
After glaring for a few other minutes, he left the hall, you could hear a breath of relief that no one knew they were holding, even the king looked nervous.
Is he the king any more?
I didn't know, I didn't care, I just needed to do my work, and everything will be alright, right?
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The Lord's Servant.
RomanceHe's insanely rich. She's a rich soul. He's quiet. She's a storm. He's the Lord of death. She was called 'death'. He's not the beast, he owns the beast. Her job is to tame his beast. He's a Lord. She's a servant. Are they really so different? _____...
