His Personal Maid — Chapter 18

Ying later bid Desire a goodnight after making sure she entered the chamber safely and locked the door behind her.

She walked in and refused to join Sylvester in the inner chambers, she sat on the floor as every of Sylvester’s words kept on coming back to her.

She kept on questioning why she had forgotten her place that easily, she was a slave. No matter what type of lie they had told the king, she was still a slave who had been promoted to a housemaiden.

What difference does it make?

Desire looked at her injured hand and remembered how Sylvester was so sweet and caring. How he had taken care of her wound and even got mad at the Queen for getting her involved in the royal problems.

How can someone switch from being cold to sweet then to being as hot as hell? Desire couldn’t quite place a ring around her master’s behavior but what he did this time only affirmed to it that her master was just nice to her out of pity, he was still the same man who dragged her through the stairs by the hair and locked her up in the dungeon without hearing her own side of the story.

Desire shivered at the thoughts of the dungeon, she didn’t like it and she never wanted to go back there again.

She started humming a sad song, Desire couldn’t remember the whole lyrics but she could remember the tone.

Sylvester was in his room, ready to sleep for the night when he heard the song. He sat up in bed and thought along with the tone.

It was the sad story of a girl who was forcefully married to a rich man who happened to be a stranger in their town. No one knew where this man came from but everyone of them wanted a taste of his money, to the extent that their chief offered the girl who was his daughter to the man as a wife so he could pay him abundantly.

Suddenly, the man stood up one day and decided he was going back to his town, the villagers all cried because their source of income was leaving but this girl wept more, she kept on telling her father that the man was not who he was, he was a serpent but no one was prepared to believe her. As the man set out on his ship, ready to go back, few villagers sacrificed themselves to become his slave and leave with him.

As the remaining villagers stood at shore, waving goodbye, there suddenly, a great serpent, evolved from the ship and swallowed everyone including the girl as the rest that were at the shore watched and screamed out in horror.

The snake descended into the water and disturbed the villagers for years; Killing and destroying anything that was in its way. They were not able to get water to grow their crops. Even other ships wouldn’t sail in their water out of fear. This went on for years until someone powerful came and destroyed the serpent. This story was about Desire’s hometown, the southern region and it was one of the reasons why it remained the poorest in the entire region of light.

By the time Sylvester stood up from his bed to the direction of the song, Desire had stopped singing and humming interchangeably.

She was already talking to herself, “I’m a slave, I’m nothing more than a slave. I come from the southern region, that’s who I’m meant to be”

Sylvester leaned against the door and kept on listening to everything Desire was saying about herself. He felt a pang of pain in his chest and for the first time, he felt bad for what he said.

“It was a snake and a whale” Desire lifted her head fast to see it was her master.

“My lord?” She stood up, not understanding what he had meant.

“The story you were humming. It was a snake at first but a whale later joined it and together they frustrated both strangers and home owners. The snake terrorized on land while the whale managed to capsize each ship bringing in resources to the region” Sylvester explained.

“I never heard that part of the story, my lord but my father—” She realized she was getting too comfortable so she quickly shut up.

“Your father did what?”

Sylvester sat on the floor and gestured for Desire to sit but she refused.

“I cannot sir while you sit my lord, it is forbidden” She insisted.

“It’s a command, Desire. Sit down” He asked

“I’m a slave, my lord. A slave who should know her place” Desire repeated

“Is this because of what I said?” He asked and Desire ignored him.

He stood up to look into her eyes.

“Little dove, you are not a slave, you are a housemaiden and also my Personal Maid” He gently placed a kiss on her forehead, making Desire blush.

Then, Desire remembered something, “I never promised to become a Personal Maid to you, my lord”

“It was never a bargain. Now sit Desire, don’t make me command you twice” He threatened.

Desire quickly sat, trying not to invoke his anger and wrath once more.

“What did your father tell you about the story?”

Sylvester asked.

“He said it was only a snake and that the whale was never a part of the story. He heard the story from his father’s father” Desire replied, feeling proud of herself for the first time.

“Since it happened in your region, then I’ll believe your own side of the story” Sylvester concurred.

They both remained silent, each deep in thought.

Sylvester wasn’t enjoying the type of effect that Desire was beginning to have on him. He was supposed to be in control but these days he doesn’t know if he can still control himself around her. He always longs to be by her side and listen to her humming or talking.

He turned to look at her and realized she had dozed off already. Her lips were pouted as a slight frown appeared on her face.

‘She’s beautiful’ Sylvester told himself.

He gently removed the pins used to pack her hair and let it fall down her waist. He patted her hair softly and tried waking her up, but Desire was too tired to wake.

Sylvester knew she had a really difficult and long day and he wasn’t planning on disturbing her beauty sleep.

He picked her up bridal style and made his way into the room, he gently placed her on the bed and used the woven thick blanket to cover her from the cold. He sat gently beside the bed and watched her for a few minutes before sleeping right beside her like he did the previous night.