She Meets the Prince

She could feel the cold sweats forming on her forehead. Terror is what could best describe what she is feeling right now. It doesn't need a genius to know that the man in front of her is the crowned prince. The black luxurious suit, heavily embroidered with gold linings and a perfect-looking physique is enough proof of that. She will be lying if she says that he was not handsome when he was practically beyond that. His fair complexion, red lips, perfectly structured face, X-shaped earrings, and blue eyes—the one who stepped on the necklaces she bought. HE WAS THE PRINCE?!

"Kneel" Kyrian ordered, still wearing a deadpan expression.

"Huh? —Ah!" Seira roughly dropped to her knees all of a sudden. She instinctively holds her leg, rubbing it; hissing as the sharp tingling sensation erupts on her knees.

He nonchalantly watched her face turn into a grimace. Seeing the woman that was messing up his head for a few days now never occurred to him. But what bothers him the most was her appearance—her black hair matching her amber eyes.

All of a sudden, Seira's cry echoed in the room as her hand she unknowingly used to point to the prince earlier was twisted and pulled back again after a second "AH!" tears brimmed on her eyes from the intense pain of her wrist.

Kyrian saunters towards the long table; pulling the chair and starting eating.

Seira bit her lower lip and got on her feet, with her head facing the floor. She was practically stupid to look him in the eyes and point a finger at him—someone who has royal blood, a crowned prince at that, but what he did was too much. Tears were still trickling down on her cheeks. She hastily wiped the clear and salty liquid. Her sweaty and trembling hands were clasped together. She wanted to hold the door and run out of the place but her foot seemed to be glued to the floor.

"Tell me about yourself," Kyrian said.

Seira slowly lit her face, glancing at the man eating elegantly at the table between her eyelashes. Gripping her hand tightly, she opened her mouth "I-I ca—came from Palsbury Town and a guard made a mistake, accusing me of a servant. But I didn't sell myself off. The… head, I mean Ms. Cora assigned me as your……" she takes a deep breath "As your personal servant for one month…. Y-yo-your Highness"

She wanted to add that she every bit of her body was not in favor in staying the palace but she held herself back.

"Where are your parents?" Kyrian asked, still looking at his food.

Seira's eyes widened at the question. In her entire life, no one asked about her parents. At that time, she felt lucky and thankful that no one dared to have an interest in her family afflictions because she knew that the question itself was enough to break her. She keeps her mouth shut as her heart starts to beat fast. Her face became paler than before. Stop asking…. please stop asking.

The clanging noise of the knife being put down rents the room for a second. Kyrian glances at Seira when he doesn't receive any response. She was shaking and clasping her hands together tightly "Didn't you hear me? "

Clenching his jaw, he stood up when he didn't hear any response again, leaning on the long table, facing Seira. The chair made a grating sound that made Seira step back.

"Are you ignoring my question…… Servant?" Kyrian questioned, his words convey mockery and threat.

She needs to answer. She knows it and her life will be over but her lips were tightly closed. Seira opened her mouth but there was no sound came out until a hand roughly grabbed her chin and now she was looking at a pair of blue irises that resembles the stormy ocean as anger swirl in the orbs

"Answer the damn question, Servant"

With a pounding heart and uncontrollable shaking a faint, raspy voice came from Seira "Dead"

Kyrian gritted his teeth before roughly loosening his grip. His plain nail plates earlier turned pitch black. Blood smeared on his nails "There's no way you would be her" he mumbled. He pressed his lips in a thinned line as he walked towards the long table, losing his appetite to eat.

"As my personal servant, the only rule that you will be following is mine and mine only. Do you understand?" Kyrian said coldly "I have only one rule and the rest was instructions about how I want things to go my way"

Seira frowned but kept her mouth shut; listening intently.

"That rule was, you will do anything I tell you to. Fail once and you will draw your last breath"

She swallowed hard upon hearing the rule. It was unexpected but it somewhat makes sense when the man she is serving was a selfish and ruthless jerk in the kingdom. The rule he uttered was the safest phrase to control and manipulate people like her.

Kyrian glanced briefly at Seira who was facing the floor. He walked towards the woman while controlling the dagger that was on his bedside table. It floats in the air until it reaches the dining area. As soon as he opened his palm, the small dagger landed. It is a customized dagger blessed by his power.

"Now, for my first order, don't move an inch on your position"

Seira impulsively takes a step back with her eyes going back from Kyrian and to the dagger on his hand. Her body moves to its own accord at the sight of the dagger that came from the prince's room. Fear was consuming her body every second he moved forward while playing the dagger. Before she could hold the doorknob of the waiting room, a hand harshly pulled her right arm.

An image of a hand from a young boy holding the fair and porcelain wrist of a young girl appeared before her at the same time her head throbs. She pulled back her hand; stumbled backward, holding her head. What was that? Her heart was thumping hard against her chest.

Kyrian promptly turned to Seira with raised brows, harshly tugging her back, making her wince at the force.

"Every time you will defy my orders, you will be punished" Kyrian unwarningly slid the dagger from Seira's face to her neck. He can feel the trembling of the woman in his hold. Terror. The sickening terror in her amber eyes is making him entertain. It was too fun to watch the woman consumed by great fear.

"Y-you-your Highness, what—" she said in raw panic.

"You're one dull-witted woman aren't you? Every action needed to be permitted by me, even when you will stop your breathing needs to be my order. To make it simple for your imbecile mind, don't speak when I didn't tell you to"

Seira stared shocked at Kyrian. Tears flowed freely from her eyes. She didn't feel this kind of terror before, even from dealing with Frank and his goons. Something about him is crushing her resolve piece by piece. The way her red lips turned into a sickening smirk and his blue eyes stared as if he was going to chop her off alive was making her breath ragged. Not to mention that there was a blade sliding off of her face. What a sick man.

"You're a devil"

She didn't know what had gotten into her. All she could think of was to say that word aloud. He is a horrible man. One moment he is smirking but in a split second, his back from being cold and emotionless.

Kyrian stopped sliding the blade and glanced at Seira. The moment he stared at the woman's glassy amber eyes, a sudden tugged made its way to his chest. He clenched jaw as a foreign feeling was creeping to him.

Without conscious thought, he slit the wrist of the woman. "Yes, I am"

The loud piercing cry of Seira resonates in the four sided room "AHHHH!"

Seira frantically pulled her arm from Kyrian. She pressed her wrist, trying her best to stop the bleeding; completely ignoring the stinging pain. Her heart hammered in her chest as tears continued to flow in her cheeks. The wound in her wrist was not deep enough and was nothing compared to what happened to her in the past but the overwhelming fear that she felt towards the man who was grinning wickedly at her was undeniably great. It is too much that she was feeling suffocated. Just what is this man?

Kyrian stood up and glanced at the blood drying up in his dagger. Black smoke appeared and entrained in the air for a moment.

"Clean this mess, Servant" he said, emphasizing the word servant.