Chapter 23

It all started with a simple, honest mistake.

A maid told me that Rue was calling me, I had a plate of hot, fresh, warmed-up dumplings in my hands as I paced with happy steps to his door. 

I knocked twice and no response meant going in.

I was about to call him flat to wiggle out of this situation but thought back twice thinking that I'd be insulting every flat-chested woman.

Now, I am bowing on the floor, refusing to lift my head to get even a glance.

"..." 

"Raise your head." His cold voice echoed.

It wasn't pitched and he wasn't even trying to hide it.

I stayed still. 

"This should be the third time," He said. "Raise your head." 

I looked up nervously then looked down, again. 

The dress he was going to finish wearing went only till his waist. 

His top wasn't covered. 

His hand was on his hip as his hair flowed slowly. 

He looked at me with eyes that held bloodlust. 

" Damn it. I told you 4 times to raise your head."

"..." 

He then went to get a gun from his display case. 

I wasn't afraid of death. But I needed him to think I was. 

"YOUR HIGHNESS!" I shot my head up. "PLEASE CALM DOWN! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!" 

"This isn't a conversation problem." He said as he loaded it with bullets. Fucking bullets.

"WON'T I BE A WASTE OF TALENT IF I DIE?!" 

He aimed it at my head and smirked. 

"All the talented people are dead."

This Bitch.