"Muse" (Rouxls Kaard X Reader)

"Fog" (Chapter 5)

Rouxls was reading your behavior.

'I should have never told thine King we had a new maid' Rouxls thought to himself, a forced affirming smile on his blue lips.

He hated to see the young girl so distressed. Rouxls new deep down the King always was like this. He should have known he'd be a total creep.

"I see that thoust does not follow thee rules well." Kaard barked, his 'eyebrows' furrowing.

You were still to shook to even speak, only twiddling your thumbs in the sleeves of your robe.

"I am truly sorry Kaard." You shamefully mutter under you breath, watching your back.

You were paranoid the elevator was going to ding and that caped prick was going to descend like some demigod from the clouds of some twisted Valhalla itself. You tried to pay attention, but then your stomach began to rumble once more.

Rouxls looks you up and down.

"Thoust probably is a very hungry worm."

You bit your lip, mumbling "I'm not a worm."

He shrugged and began to walk away, motioning for you to follow.

"At least thee won't have to hide any longer."

He was right about that at least; no more hiding in the closet. Rouxls walked very elegantly, his stride posh and tall. You wondered what exactly he even did around here. The King said he was his 'advisor' but you wasn't sure what that even meant.

"Kaard, why are we walking to wherever. I know you can magically just teleport." You ask bluntly.

Rouxls scoffs "Fool, thee is the only one that can pass through the fade."

You roll your eyes, not going to even argue with him. Several minutes pass and he twists the knob to a big heavy black door. It appeared to be a kitchen, a very large one at that. You gaze in amazement at all the expensive looking cutlery and dishes lined up in a large wooden China cabinet. A long kitchen isle took up most of the middle space, bowls and cups neatly stacked in the center with spices. Rouxls floats around the room, grabbing a few ingredients you've never seen before. Some kind of fruit, to which he cut up finely and began to simmer in a pan. Another being a a mystery meat...oh boy.

"Sit, worm." He motions towards a table, not even looking at you as he cooks.

You stick your tongue out at him but do as he commands. The smell was intoxicating, filling the room with an  aroma that reminded you much of apples. You watch him closely from behind, his finesse with the knife and pan quite impressive really. About fifteen minutes later he places his meal on a blue spade decor plate, twirling on his heel and laying it in front of you. He sits across from you, also having a meal himself. He picks up a knife and fork, eloquently beginning to eat without even explaining what you two were having.

You peer down, pushing back a lock of your hair and inspecting. It looked like some kind of dark fruit seared over what kind of reminded you of a chicken breast. At this point you didn't care; food. You start chowing down, the flavor indescribable. It was absolutely perfect. You stop long enough to take a breath of air and see Rouxls just staring at you as if you were a side show.

"Look. I'm sorry I'm just really hungry." You blush, more in embarrassment than anything else.

You hardly ever sit down and eat with anyone, let alone a man. Most of your coworkers were fellow women, except for one young lad. But even then your coworkers ate out most of the time.

Rouxls face softens with a gentle tilt of his head, one you can't help but double take.

"No, it is just thoust seems to enjoy my food unlike any other." He smiles, picking up another bite of his 'chicken'.