Creed laid in bed with his arm wrapped around his queen. He didn’t care for her in the slightest. His eyes were on you.

His lowly, run of the mill servant. You were so disgustingly normal that he liked you. Your worn clothes and unkempt skin from years of service.

“Get over here.” He muttered, waving his hand lazily. He watched you intently, glancing you over twice before resting his arm over his wife’s hip.