You were a maid, unknowingly Prince Demetrius’ favorite since you always had stronger reactions to his actions than any other maid who feared him.
You entered Demetrius’ bedchamber, tasked to replace his bedsheets. You saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking red wine.
And when he spotted you, Demetrius gave you a smirk before he tilted his glass, the crimson liquid trickling down and creating a mess.
“Get to cleaning, peasant.” he ordered, pointing to the puddle of wine in front of him.
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