His Personal Maid — Chapter 13

Desire kept on staring at Slyvester even though it was several seconds after he had told her they’ll be staying together.

“My lord, I can stay with the Queen for the time being. I wish not to be an inconvenience to you” Desire whispered loud enough for him to hear her.

She couldn’t understand why she had to stay with her master alone in his chamber. What would the people think? What would they say about her?

She was afraid of the reaction that people would give when they found out that a slave like her was staying alone with the prime minister.

“We do not have any more choice at the moment, Desire. Do you not understand the gravity of what happened over there at the banquet?” He asked her, with his voice rising already.

Desire was still scared of him, scared of what he could do to her whenever he’s angry. She flinched at the sound of his voice and kept on playing with her dress just to calm herself down.

“We lied to the king and that was the only thing we could do to save you from the hands of Li Wei. To live up to that lie, you have to stay here till we leave this place and when we get back to my mansion, we’ll know what to do next” He explained.

“Okay, my lord. But I can still stay with the Queen, she’s your sister and that wouldn’t even cause any questions from anybody” Desire replied, trying to convince her master about staying with him alone in the room.

“You do not speak anymore Desire. Don’t get me any angrier than I am” He screamed at her and walked into the inner section of the chamber, leaving Desire alone.

Desire crumbled to the ground, she picked up the hem of her dress and adjusted herself closer to the wall. She pushed the dress down to cover her legs, after which she hugged her tiny, beautiful legs closer to herself.

Getting uncomfortable with how her hair was, she removed some of the pins used in holding it down and let the hair fall down her waist. She ran her hands through her hair to straighten out any knot at the edge or in between her hair.

She began humming to the music in her head, it was an old folklore song that the assistant court lady at the mansion had taught them during one of their fun times and Desire being a lover of music, didn’t forget it easily.

The sound she was making was what first attracted Sylvester’s attention. He was in the bathroom when he first heard the sound, it pricked his attention and he listened carefully to know where it was coming from. He took his bath silently, enjoying the sound he was hearing.

After he was done, he left the bathroom and followed the sound to the outer part of the chamber to see it was Desire humming happily while using her finger to draw nothingness on the ceramic floor.

“What are you doing out here?” He asked, getting the girl’s attention. Desire wanted to stand up quickly so as not to address her master while sitting as it was a sign of disrespect but the dress she was putting on, got tangled in her legs and sent her tripping.

Before she could fall with her face flat on the ground, Sylvester held on tight to her. His hand was around her waist as his other hand had crossed over her chest to hold her tight.

She looked up and their eyes met. Sylvester swallowed hard at the way her eyes pierced his. His body was reacting in an unusual way to the contact.

He quickly helped her to stand properly before he moved away from her as if she was a disease that he needed to avoid.

“Why are you putting on that dress?” Sylvester asked the most awkward question his head could get.

“The Queen dressed me up” She simply replied, looking at the hard floor and avoiding his gaze.

“That dress is the major cause of the problem. She should’ve allowed you to stay in her chambers and not bring you out for the world to see. You should have rejected the offer yourself” Sylvester said.

“The Queen is quite persuasive and I can’t say no to her. I’m just a servant” Desire replied

Her response caused Sylvester to actually feel bad about the way he had blamed her for what happened. He had been angry at her because of the fake betrothal that he had declared and had to live up to but one thing he failed to realize was that Desire never was given the opportunity to say yes or no to any offer.

“You can go in and take your bath, I’ll be outside until you’re done” He instructed. Desire was surprised at the fact that she had to use his bath.

All she had ever had an access to was the traditional bath tub that everyone in the mansion used.

“I can’t my lord. It is forbidden, I’ll be beheaded if I do that” Desire rejected the offer.

Sylvester moved closer to her, removed the upper buttons of her dress and left the left one that kept the dress still hanging on her body.

“Use it as my future wife and not as a slave” He gave her the push to go on and take her bath but Desire was too stubborn to give in.

“But I’m not your future wife, my lord”

Getting irritated by her stubbornness, he screamed at her, “Go use the bathroom this instance or so help me God, I’ll kick you in there and bathe you myself” That was enough for Desire to sprint into the inner chambers without any further interruptions.

Sylvester sat outside his chambers and watched the night sky filled with stars. He was bothered about what he had done today and how he’ll have to explain to the girl that it wasn’t just a word anymore, as the Queen even attested to it and the King believed it.

How could he tell such a tiny girl that it was more than just a small lie?

After spending several hours outdoors, he later moved into the house to see Desire curled up in a corner far from the bed. She was sleeping soundly and half of her hair was covering her face.

Sylvester’s hand itched to place her hair back to its original state but he ignored it and went on to sleep on the bed, ready for whatever tomorrow brings.

Desire woke up the following morning to find herself on the bed; the same bed meant for her master. She didn’t know how she had gotten there so she sprinted off the bed, looking around for her master but he was not in sight.