A Tyrant's Affection (Who Made Me A Princess)

Desire

"Are my orders unclear?" Claude tilts his head, his face emotionless, "or shall you kneel?" his last word came out almost hostile.

Startled, Amelia hesitantly sat down in front of Claude. Her hands groped her dress anxiously.

"It's time for lunch, our guest must be famished." One glance and all the servants instantly went to preparation mode.

"Name."

Hm, he must be a man of few words.

"I'm..I'm Amelia Beaumont," her hands fidgeted as she fought to find her words.

"You look young." The man stared at her face thoughtlessly with his head rested on one hand." 16?" he guessed.

"I turned 18 yesterday.." Since young, she's constantly mistaken to be a few years younger than her actual age due to malnutrition. It could also because his late mother was Korean.

"..."  The conversation ended as he went silent again.

After a short and uncomfortable silence,  the attendants came back with plates of cuisines that Amelia would never dream of tasting.

Gosh, she's really hungry.

After a prolonged staring contest, Amelia bowed her head down and decided to peek at her own feet.

Her fear overcame her hunger.

"Why are you not eating?" The emperor asked, his gaze fixated on her delicate frame, she needs more nutrition.

He witnessed more than ten thousands of people starving to death in front of him, with nothing more than skin and bones.

The typical Claude would have executed her before she even spoke a single word. Strangely, he just wants to feed her, and nothing bloody.

"..thank you," Amelia said softly, her trembling hands reached for the fork and spoon. Her eyes light up when she took a bite of the chicken.

Unconsciously,  Claude's eyes darkened as he quietly watched her eat. His fingers slowly tapping on his knee as he Iain back.

A desire begin to form.