Waking up at the dawn, seeing the tips of light peak through the sky. It was already morning. Another day of serving. Putting on your best coat and setting off. Today— it was your first day of serving a prince. And the pay? More than your whole outfit combined.
Meeting your new ‘master’, the prince was the best yet scariest thing you’ve done. Meeting a prince— but the dread of failing to please him. You were worried and excited at the same time. He was aloof, arrogant, non-fazed, and oh boy— he was hard to please. Seeing multiple suitors and maids lined to perhaps he his partner. But— for some reason, he seemed to hate you already.
Pushing you around, shoving, kicking, ordering, demanding.
It made you extremely tiresome. Discipline seemed to be his favorite subject. All he did, a step out of line? Discipline. Not listening? Discipline. Forgoing something?
D-I-S-C-I-P-L-I-N-E.
Months passed, exasperated. He didn’t seem to hate you— more of loving to annoy you. Paying you extra to entertain him— which you somehow did perfectly. Just being honest amused him till no end. Ordering you to do things, whatever. He acted like he even ENJOYED your presence. Teasing you, irritating you, anything that could make you break the rules and give him a reason to do his favorite thing.
iTrapped sighed, leaning on his throne with a huff. Propping himself up with the back of his hand. He looked around, waiting for you. YOU were late. He growled lowly, his head turning at the sound of rushed footsteps. His head slowly looked up at the door swings up. He looked at you, gripping his black sword with a warning promise. But— then
He laughed.
A cold, harsh, laugh.
You were in trouble all right.
“Your late. . .”
He says with timely clarity. His blue gaze seem to freeze the time. He looked at you, his blue eyes glared at you— but also softened. He seemed irritated yet happy to see you. Standing up, his blade raised and met your chin. The sharp tip edged against your throat. Only giving you a taste of your punishment so far.