His Personal Maid — Chapter 23

Slyvester walked back to the bed, unable to handle Desire’s tears anymore. He had done everything possible to make her stop crying but Desire wasn’t yielding.

“Why are you still crying?” Slyvester asked her for the umpteenth time.

“I was so scared that something terrible had happened to you”

It was after Slyvester stopped kissing her that Desire saw that it was day time already, she had slept all through the night till midday. It was a first for her and it got her thinking about how she could sleep so peacefully when someone was dying right beside her.

“But I’m here and there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m not going to die just like that” Slyvester argues

“You can’t talk like that. You almost died yesterday, do you even know how scared I was?” Desire cried out.

Slyvester laughed at her words; he was still surprised and caught off guard about how his little dove could stand up to him this way.

“Stop laughing, it’s not funny” Desire glared at him and stood up to start walking towards his room.

Sylvester pulled her back with his other arm and made her sit on his lap.

“You’re beginning to disrespect me too much, Little Dove” He jokingly corrected her and before he could blink, She stood up from his lap.

“My lord, I’m so sorry. I was out of line and I never meant to disrespect you. Next time you should try to kill yourself and see if I’ll be there to respect you in heaven” Desire screamed at him and barged into the bathroom.

Slyvester, despite the pain he was going through, couldn’t contain his laughter. It was weird how she could change from being so submissive to being so stubborn and angry. She looked like a fury cat when angry and she was so beautiful.

Queen Naomi barged into the room, earning a glare from Slyvester.

“Naomi, we talked about knocking. I could be doing something private” He chastised his sister.

“Is that important right now? I know you don’t like me anymore but then you shouldn’t hate me enough to keep your health status private” She cried out.

“That’s not the point, Naomi. Try knocking when you enter—” Before he could finish his word, Naomi slapped him hard on the cheek.

“Shut up! Shut up! You almost died and all you want me to care about is knocking. I can even break the door for all I care. For years, I tried reaching out to you but you never showed that you care a bit about me and then you get hurt and you think I’ll act like you, never Slyvester. Never!”

Ying had already walked into the room oblivious of what had happened while he watched Queen Naomi crumble into the floor.

“You can see that I’m fine, Naomi! There’s nothing wrong with me. I was hurt, yes, but now I’m fine, okay? You shouldn’t worry about anything” Queen Naomi threw her hands around her brother’s neck, hugging him tightly while crying into his neck.

When Ying had told her about what happened to Slyvester, she had first rushed to the King’s quarters to lash him for sending her brother on a journey of death and still didn’t care if he died or lived. The king tried to pacify her but nothing worked. She ran out of his quarters and walked all the way to Sylvester’s chambers.

Desire came out of the bathroom to see Queen Naomi hugging her brother and crying. She felt sad for them both. She had no clue about why Slyvester hated his sister but she wished he got to love her as before.

“The king is on his way here” Ying informed Slyvester.

He nodded at Ying and tried removing his sister from his body, “Take her back to her quarters. I’ll be there later”

Before Ying and Queen Naomi could walk out of the room, the King walked in with his entourage of ministers in tow. Before the King could sight her, Desire ran back into the bathroom. She wasn’t ready to face the King all over again.

“My King” Slyvester stood up and bowed as soon as he saw the King.

“Sit, Slyvester” The King commanded. He later checked on his wound to see if it was something serious.

“I thought you were near death for Naomi to make such a fuss about it” Desire couldn’t believe her ears. “It’s nothing serious and your sister wanted to kill me”

“I’m really sorry for making her bother you, your highness. It was never my intention. You should have summoned me to your palace and I would’ve been there without hesitation” Slyvester explained.

“What happened in the south?” The King asked. He also looked around to see if any other person was present aside from him and his ministers, raising Sylvester’s suspicion.

“My betrothed is in the bathroom, your highness but I don't think she’ll hear any of our conversation”

“If that is the case, can I go in and watch her bath naked? That’ll be a good sight Slyvester. I love pretty and smart girls”

Slyvester clenched his fist out of anger. He couldn’t let his anger show but he clenched his teeth so hard it hurts.

The King suddenly laughed out and most of its subjects laughed along with him.

“It was just a joke, Minister Ho but it might not be a joke, next time” Slyvester remained silent, with a storm starting in his head.

“Tell me Slyvester, what happened in the south?” Slyvester clenched his jaw and started narrating what happened over there to the King. He mentioned the state of the buildings and the condition he met most soldiers, how the Barbarians had attacked them and how they attacked while he was there.

“Okay, I will see you in three days at my banquet” That was the only comment the king made before leaving Slyvester’s chamber.

Desire finally came out of the bathroom several minutes after the king left, pulling Slyvester out of his deep thoughts.

“I don’t like him at all. He’s your king, but he’s not my favorite person, my lord” Desire nagged and sat down on the bed, far away from her master.

“He’s not my favorite person either” He replied.

Before nightfall, Desire had helped him to dress his wound and also took his bath. Slyvester had insisted she follow him to the bathroom but as stubborn as Desire was, she refused.

The argument went on for minutes, until Slyvester decided to give up knowing how stubborn his little dove was and just how much he wanted to stop threatening her into doing things for him.

One of the Queen’s housemaiden brought dinner for the two and waited till after they finished eating before leaving. Desire was surprised about how her master had made her eat from the same plate as him.

By nightfall, Desire helped Slyvester to get ready for the night.

“What are you doing?” Slyvester asked when he saw Desire hoofing an extra blanket to the floor

“Sleeping, my lord” she simply replied.

“Come here” Slyvester patted the side of the bed

“I don’t want to hurt your arm, my lord”

“I insist”

Desire gave up this time and went on to sleep on the side of the bed. Sylvester pulled her close and kissed her hair.

“I sleep better when you’re beside me. Did I ever say thank you for saving my life?”

“It’s not necessary, my lord”

“Thank you, little dove” By the thing he finally got himself to say it, Desire was dozing off already and she could only hum in response.

“You’re my favorite person” Slyvester whispered to an already sleeping Desire.