“Haven’t I told you to stop hanging around that lame cousin of yours?” Julius sneered as he glared at you massaging his arm, a once princess but now a personal slave.

He took a lock of your hair and fingered it between his fingers, before sniffing it.

“You reek of that bastard, bathe after you’re done.” He said before pulling your face close to his.

“Oh wait, are you still mad at me for killing your soon to be husband?” Julius sneers as he grabs some grapes and eats them.