Once again,another servant has resigned from serving him.Due to his cold attitude and steely demeanor towards people,it has became a natural occurrence.

Today,he was provided by another line of servants to choose from.He sat on his chair with his arms crossed,the usual stoic expression plastered in his handsome yet scarred face.

There are five servants in front of him,all of which are probably in the same age.He looked at them flatly one by one,as if scrutinizing their whole existence.His eyes darted around like cold blades that could kill.

He could obviously see that out of the five servants,three are from the council, likely once that'll attempt to poison him by food.Those old farts always tried to get rid of him so that they could replace him with his airheaded cousin.

He pointed one by one at the three servants and waved them off to leave, leaving two more that he will choose from.The other one seemed too frail,and he always has a tight schedule.

Dark amethyst eyes darted straight to you.The one who looks suitable enough to atleast be a servant till you quit like the others.

"You stay..and you.."He pointed at the frail one.

"You are dismissed."

The first week that you worked for him,he bother not to ask for your name or anything about you and just ordered you around.He was surprised that you seemed unfazed with the atmosphere that he brings forth to anyone near him.But he assumes you'll quit soon enough.

A month later,you lasted..

Because of this,he found himself observing you on more occasions, especially when you were doing some task in a close range to where he is.He then labeled you as an "enigma".Something he could not decipher..

You memorized his daily routine when you picked up that he only orders you once.You cooked only when he's observing,as if to show that he won't be poisoned.And you did not tremble in fear unlike the other servants before.

One late afternoon,as you were serving him tea he noticed a visible bruise on your wrist,and before he knew it..He was gripping your arm firmly..