Remove Your Wig

"Yes, Your Highness"

Seira waited for another instruction but nothing came after those words. She clenched her teeth and nodded with her head facing the floor, not daring to even look at his back for a second with her hand pressing her wrist. Tears continued to flow on her cheeks. Between her eyelids, she saw him heading to the double door until she heard the door closed. As soon as the door was shut, she collapsed on the floor; still holding her bloody wrist. She was staring at the chair the prince seated, not noticing the trace of wounds in her chin.

Her eyebrows creased when she didn't feel anymore stinging pain in her wrist. She weakly moves her arm; removing her left hand from covering her right wrist.

"What-Wh-what in the world…… happened?"

The cut in her skin was gone. Black ancient writing coiled around her wrist resembling a bracelet. Dry blood was the only left on her wrist but other than that, there was no trace of wounds. She glanced at the door, brows creased together even more. Questions filled her mind.

Moments passed, she pushed herself up after being stunned, her legs felt wobbly but she managed to leave the room with only one place in mind—their quarters.

With her face dropped, fixed on the floor, she trudged to the quarters. The wooden door made a creaking sound as she closed it. She walked straight away to the bathroom, removing the wig and splashing cold water on her face. There was no one in the room aside from her. She hissed when a stinging pain emerged as soon as the water came into contact with her face. The tears trickle continuously. She didn't know if it was from the pain of her newfound wounds or a wound deeper than that. A wound that was a long time ago but a certain word made it felt like it happened not a minute ago.

She slowly sat on the cold floor of the bathroom; bringing her head on her knees as she let herself cry.

Soon after, she became calm. With a deep sigh, she looked at the mirror. Her eyes were swollen; strands of white hair stuck to her cheeks.

"You can do this. It will be over in three weeks" she convinced herself, straightening her uniform and putting back the wig in her head. She stepped outside after, closing the door.

"Seira?"

Seira turned around abruptly, feeling scared for a second. Almira was standing in the middle of the room.

"Almira?"

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with the prince right now? The news of him coming back is a hot topic in the palace right now"

"Oh, the prince told me to…. leave" Seira tilted her head unsure to what to answer "But I was just about to go there"

"Me too. I just put a flower that I cut from the garden earlier before I head out to the field"

Seira glanced at the vase her other co-servant brought and a three-piece of white flower on it "Field? I thought you're assigned to the palace garden?"

"They need some hands in there because the large area of the flower field was destroyed. I even heard that the maids in the palace grounds will help later"

"Why?"

Almira shrugged "We also have no idea" she waved her hand "I gotta go"

Seira smiled and watched the retreating back of Almira. With one last look at the white flower on the corner of the room, she heads to the storage room to get the cleaning materials.

……

The moment she reached the room of the prince again from cleaning the mess and delivering back the unfinished meals in the kitchen, she sat on the cold floor; leaning against the wall of the small room. There was no window in the small room she was in, making the area more creepy and dull as it is. The color of the wall makes the room even worse. She glanced up to the wall clock after she felt like forever.

"Wow," she sarcastically muttered as she realized that she was waiting for 10 minutes only when she felt that she spent two hours sitting and staring at the black door.

'You need to prepare and hand him his clothes' her eyes widened at the reminder Ms. Cora told her the other day. How could she forget that? She's doomed, really.

With a pounding heart; cold hands, she promptly opened the door, praying that Kyrian was not taking a bath or still on it. What happened to her earlier was still fresh to her mind. She don't want something like that to happen again! Taking a deep breath, she twisted the doorknob that connects the diner room to the prince. She peeked her head out. Not seeing Kyrian in the room, she carefully stepped inside; closing the door as quietly as possible. 'Wait, why am I acting like I am going to steal something?' she thought. It was then she made out the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Seira ambles to the closet, opening it at once. She tilted her head, not knowing what the clothes for the day were in the bunch of luxurious clothes in the closet. She even had no time to admire the closest as she was busy deciding what to pick.

When the twisting of the doorknob came to her ears, her hand impulsively took the clothes near her hanging in a hanger that she was sure would cover her one-week allowance. The clothes were a white polo with black pants and a coat that was neatly hanging with gold embroidered designs in the cuffs and back part. She stood near the wall with her hand shakily holding the hanger. Her clammy hands were making her nervousness spiked up. What would happen if she dropped it? She will surely be dead.

She glanced up when the door of the bathroom opened and she regretted it in an instant.

Kyrian was standing on the threshold of the door, wiping his hair with a white cloth. Strands of his black hair freely fall. He was half-naked.

Her cheeks heated at the sight, noticing the chiseled, toned, and 8 pack abs of Kyrian. She dropped her head at once. She was sure her cheeks were red from embarrassment.

Kyrian raised a brow at Seira's head, bent down exaggeratedly that her frizzy and ugly hair fell mostly at the front. He then remembered the hair of Seira back in Herstings. It was white as snow. Why would this woman need a wig to cover her hair?. He walked towards Seira.

In the corner of Seira's eyes, she notices Kyrian walking in her direction. She takes a step back, slowly raising her head, eyes still fixated on the floor. Fear was crawling up to her, remembering the scenario earlier. When her back hit the wall, she bit her lower lip, still looking at the floor until she felt Kyrian stopped in front of her.

"Remove your wig," Kyrian coldly ordered.

Seira glanced up. Her eyes meet the impassive eyes of Kyrian who also looking at her "I-I c-an't, Your Highness"

"Are you defying my order?"

The obvious threat and challenging tone of Kyrian made Seira swallow hard, gripping the hanger tightly to suppress her trembling "N-no, it—it is not like that. It is just I can't but not because I don't like to"