A Bandage bind On His Hand

After Martin put the cloche to the meals, he pushed it to Seira who was staring at the tray. It looks delicious! She sighed, remembering the never ending soup and bread she was eating at breakfast and dinner. Lunch was not on the list. It looks like she will not eat or cook any soup for a whole season as soon as she gets out of the palace and finally tastes another food that was invented.

With a nod in Martin, she left the kitchen. She, Bella and Almira woke up looking like they hadn't slept a wink. It turns out that sleep didn't also visit the two last night. It was already 2:00 when she went to sleep. She craned her neck, feeling a sudden soreness in her shoulders. The three of them didn't talk about what happened last night and acted normal. It looks like Bella and Almira were the only ones who heard the noise last night. Lana on the other hand seemed to be in deep thought and quiet the whole breakfast.

After knocking, she opened the door and prepared the meals on the table with her heart hammering because of nervousness that doubled from her mistake last night. She walked to the near cabinet, staring at the light that barely crept in through the thick curtain hanging on the window. Well, the light didn't grace the diner room even once since she started cleaning as per Ms. Cora ordered not to draw out the curtains. The prince might be afraid of the sun. She chuckled at her crazy thoughts.

Minutes passed, and there was no sign of movement on the other side of the room. She walked to the door connecting the diner room to the actual room of the prince; cautiously pulling the door and peeking her head in the room. Her eyes landed on the shirtless man lying on the bed. The thick black colored blanket covered his abdomen up to his feet.

She immediately stepped back in an attempt to close the door but the alarm clock suddenly rang making her slightly jump; raising her hand to her chest. What a right timing! The clock did have to ring at that time huh. She turned on the man with messy hair that appeared to be stroked a few times, sitting on the bed. When does messy hair look good on a person? she thought looking at Kyrian who had the same indifference expression. She mentally facepalmed. If the sky poured perfectly structured facial features, she was sure the man was present, catching all of them. Her eyes traced his chiseled, toned chest to the fading skull engraved in his right arm. Two swords were stabbed on each side of the bone structure with a crown on the top of the head. What kind of tattoo is that?

"G-go-good Morning, Your Highness" she awkwardly greeted, bowing.

Kyrian raised a brow at the woman standing stiffly, holding the door. He sighed, not having the will to talk nonsense at the dumb woman and to his behind time greeting.

Seira glanced over through her eyelashes at Kyrian who was walking towards the door, half naked and wearing a black silk pyjamas. She caught sight of the bandage on his left hand, bound all over his hand. A sudden throbbing pain passed swiftly in her head.

With a shake of head, she trudged to the closet; taking a pair of clothes and standing near the wall while pensively waiting for Kyrian to come out.

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The clanging sound of the utensils hitting the plate resounded in the defeating silence. Seira was playing with her fingers; head bent down, secretly glancing over to Kyrian to check if he was finished eating. She swallowed smelling the delectable food. If only she could eat like that food at least once. The bland soup will surely give her indigestion one of these days.

The jarring sound of the chair being pushed brings her back from her sudden aimless thoughts. The almighty prince standing; setting down the serviette on the table. She mentally rolled her eyes. The small piece of table linen was surely way more expensive than the dress she had in the house. Linens are expensive! And wealthy people only used a piece that cost a lot in wiping their mouths! Wow, in her mind she was clapping her hands.

"Bring coffee in the office," Kyrian ordered before leaving his room. He has many things to finalize. The stained papers even add up to his works. He didn't meet anyone as clumsy as she was. His past personal servants all act composed and confident in doing their tasks. But the woman always stands stiffly, edgy around him. He didn't mind at all but her being nervous caused a lot of people to display stupidity. He was not ruthless or punished a person without a reason. That's why he didn't order the woman to be flogged.

He gaze at his hand with bandage he bind himself last night. There was still a small hole. His body can heal on its own but as the deep wound made by Tenebris, it takes a lot of energy to close and formed tissues to fill the hole.

He has no intention to save his personal servant. He knew and thought about it. But last night…… his body seemed like a mind on his own. He teleported right in the field, blocking his hand to the lunging claw of Tenebris. If it was any mage, the claw might prod to their body. He needed to use his power to stop the force and impact. Tenebris visiting the palace out of the blue was making her suspicious. Altors don't visit any territory and like to linger far from humans or any mage aside from Tenebris who didn't like mages nor Megens. They put great importance at their convictions. Tenebris and him has a contract that he will not hurt nor go near to any town or humans in his kingdom until the day he fulfilled his desire but the godly creature turned back on his words.

He leaned back on his chair, feeling worned out. The sleepless nights and his wound were finally taking a toll on him.

"This is your coffee, Your Highness" Seira put the coffee carefully on the table. She held her breath when she put it on the table. As soon as the cup plate hit the table, she instantly pulled out her hand.

Kyrian glanced at Seira who was smiling awkwardly. Her irises showed her nervousness betraying her smile. He unknowingly smirked at her appearance. This woman was really stupid. But at the back of his mind, a foreign feeling was swirling that he didn't want to notice.