GoodReadChapter 6 DRESSING THE KING VALERIA 1 : I summon courage from a place I didnt even know existed and turn around, trying to keep the basket from shaking too much in my trembling hands.
S Sir... the towel... I can replace it with a fresh one.
Im sorry for mentioning it, it was just just a harmless conversation... I had no idea what else to say, my heart pounding wildly as he took a step closer, his shadow envelopingcompletely.
He was a giant, dominating every inch of space aroundA wall pressed against my back, cutting off any chance of retreat.
Answer my question, Valeria.
Dont try to be clever.
He suddenly snatched the basket from my hands, moving it aside with ease while stepping even closer.
That basket had been my only shield of defense ! Do you prefer being around another Guardian ? Perhaps the handsQuinn ? You were practically dazzled staring at him.
The danger in his voice was unmistakable.
I didnt understand why he was so angry I hadnt even said anything! No, Sir.
I ... Im honored to be your maid.
I dont even know the other Guardians, I murmured, keeping my gaze fixed on his black leather boots.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe scent of rich, dark wine filled my senses, makinglightheaded.
He was sweaty, his skin glistening as if hed been training too.
Liar, he growled suddenly, his voice low and rough.
I tensed as his fingers gripped my chin, forcingto raise my head.
My bangs shifted, revealing my scars, and shtwisted in my chest as I met his piercing, steel gray eyes.
Whether you enjoy being my maid or not, since you walked into my quarters, you belong to me.
Dont think for a second you can choose someone else, Valeria, he warned, leaning even closer.
His breath fanned my face, and my gaze helplessly flicked toward his cruel, sensual lips.
No one is allowed to touch whats mine.
You answer toalone.
If another Guardian or anyone asks you for anything, you tell them no .
Do you understand? I nodded, swallowing hard.
He was so close, overwhelming me, forcingto stay on my toes just to hold his gaze.
For a moment, he seemed to be analyzing something.
His sharp eyes lingered on my face, and I could never tell what was going on in that dangerous mind of his.
The tension only broke when he finally released me, stepping back and storming down the corridor like a wild beast.
I stared after him, his sweat soaked back flexing under a navy sleeveless shirt clinging to his powerful frame.
My gaze trailed lower along the thick muscles of his arms and then I noticed something.
DE DRESSING THE KING << Wait, Your Majesty! Youre taking my basket ! » The kitchen was usually lively, buzzing with servants gossiping, but today, it felt half empty.
I remembered Juliette had mentioned getting the day off for the packs festival.
Not that it mattered to me.
My entire world now revolved around serving King Aldric.
So, I continued preparing the dinner trays as usual.
I was carrying a tray of dishes when a sharp cry startledLooking toward the stoves, I spotted a maid bent over, clutching her hand as blood dripped onto the tiles.
I rushed over and saw a deep cut on her palm, likely from chopping meat.
Hold on, Ill get a clean cloth right away, I said, placing my tray aside and grabbing a white towel to help wrap her injury, Th thank you, she hissed, wincing in pain as I pressed the cloth against the wound.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGoddess ... how am I supposed to finish chopping all this meat today? I glanced at the pile of bloody, half cut meat on the cutting board.
Honestly, with the staff so short, shed never finish alone.
Ill help you, Fidela, canother voice from behind.
One of the other maids had stayed behind on duty.
Seeing the situation was handled, I returned to my task, carrying the dinner tray upstairs to the King.
His room was as dark and foreboding as always, like the lair of a beast.
Half shadowed, with heavy drapes drawn, it felt more like a prison than living quarters.
I set the dishes carefully on the dining table, arranging everything properly when his voice called from beyond his bedroom door.
Valeria.
Chere.
His deep, guttural voice made my stomach twist.
I had learned something since being here his other bed, the one where he took his lovers, wasnt his private room.
Hesitantly, I approached the solid ebony door and knocked softly before stepping inside.
I rarely entered this space.
I didnt like intruding on his most personal quarters.
The massive black canopy bed dominated the room.
A writing desk sat near the center, a black leather sofa beneath the wide window, and a vast wardrobe that Included the Kings private bath Helpchoose something to wear.
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