Brothels are fun!

Hmm, that smile. I have definitely seen that smile somewhere. And those black eyes. And those pink lips. Mmm.

" Are you listening? " He, whoever he is, said shaking me.

I smiled feeling light and dizzy.

" Umm-hmm. Yes darling, go on. "

For some reason, the man's smile deflated a little. I let out a giggle.

I see why people come to brothels. It's so fun!

I feel like sleeping but at the same time dancing. I giggled once again rolling over to the man. And then sat up, almost startling him. I let out a laugh and sniffed him.

HMM. Even smells familiar. I went closer to his face, squinting my eyes to have a better look at him. And then it hit me. My eyes widened as I squealed and stood up.

" PRINCE DOMI-

A hand slapped on my mouth.

" Indeed it is. "

And then I started singing.

" The prince comes to the brothelll ! The prince comes to th-

A hand slapped on my mouth again.

" amphhh..."

" Keep quiet. You are drugged, it seems. "

" NAAPHMMM-

" Shut up or I will kiss you. "

I giggled. " amphh aa amph. "

" Such a child. Who would believe you are an assassin."

With that, he picked the jug from the small table and poured the cold water all over me.

" Mmmmphh.... "

I shivered, blinking my eyes to clear my vision.

My head felt as if someone was constantly hammering on it. I tried to regain my composure and looked around the room.

I tried to remove the hand from my mouth, still utterly confused about my situation.

With difficulty, I strained my neck to look at the face of the person. Only his jaw and eyes were visible, my vision was still blurry and so was my head.

Suddenly, the hand on my mouth left as he threw me on the bed softly. I plopped on my left elbow and rubbed my eyes, still feeling light-headed.

I blinked my eyes again, finally recognizing the man.

" Dom - Ah -

My words cut off as he grabbed my throat, a little too strongly. My eyes widened and I flopped down on the bed.

" Stop testing my patience, little assassin. " He said with that smile of his still gracing his face but his eyes showed the annoyance he felt.

I wanted to hit him. Unfortortunaetly, the lack of air, made it quite impossible. I tried to remove his hands but he was too strong even when I used both of my hands. Finally, he let the hold loosen up though still grabbing my throat.

I took a sharp intake of air, feeling as if I just came back from the dead. All the while burning in hatred and frustration. His smile not swaying even a little, to make the matters worse.

I wonder how he will ever give the news of someone's death. " It may not be very pleasing to hear, little woman but your dearest husband is dead. " All the while his most content smile intact.

" And there you go testing my patience again. You would like another lesson, wouldn't you? " He spoke in a chastising tone.

Feeling a little better, I tried to push him off me. " No one is testing your patience. Rather you are testing mine. "

But instead of getting off me. He grabbed both of my hands above my head with his other hand. I squirmed to get away from his hold, only to stop abruptly, blushing. His knee was in between my legs, squirming resulted in some really not so appropriate position.

" W-WHAT DO YOU THINK YO- A-

He tightened his hold on my neck, choking me again.

" I don't appreciate people raising their voices at me, especially prostitutes. " He intentionally punctuated the last word as he pushed his knee a little more towards his north and my south.

My breath hitched as I realised my predicament. I couldn't do much considering I still felt dizzy. I must have been drugged or sedated. But I threw the food and water away. Thinking of water made me realise, my throat was parched. More even from how anxious I felt now.

He wouldn't.. would he?

I looked into his eyes and I could see a dark emotion behind his content smile. A rational part of me knew that he could do whatever he wished to do, he was the next king after all. But a stupid part of me couldn't believe he would do something like this.

After deafening silence, he loosed his hold and got off the bed, standing up straight. That intense emotion dispersing into the air as if it wasn't ever there.

" Refrain from calling me a prince or by my name. My identity is hidden. "

Felling a lot better, now that my personal space wasn't being invaded by an arrogant man. " Shall I rather call you darling? " I said, matching his content smile with my own and plopping on my elbows.

" Or perhaps honey, what about sugar - " I stopped mid-sentence as his eyes showed the fury, his face so expertly hid. Deciding to not test his patience anymore, I stood up and dusted my dress. Though dusting it, really didn't do much to it. I should have changed into the clothes the bawd gave me.

I looked up to find Dominic looking at my ragged dress.

Now he will start insulting me.

" Why don't you change into that? " He points to the dress on the left side of the bed.

It did seem pretty decent and clean. I went and picked it, only to realise that there was no place for me to change here. My eyes met with Dominic, he seemed like he knew the situation from the start.

" Leave the room, I have to change. "

" Oh my. So modest for a prostitute. "

" Here is the evidence of who tests who's patience. "

" The moment I leave the room, there is a possibility of the bawd sending another one of your customers. " His smile widening at the end.

" I am not changing in front of you. " I said with determination.

" What other choice do you have? " He asked, plopping down on the two-seater.

" Turn around. No matter what I am not changing in front of you. " I said exasperated.

" Alright. Since you already wasted a lot of my time, here is the deal. "

He stood up and took the pocket watch out of his tailcoat.

" You have one minute to change. After that, I won't be responsible for whatever my eyes look at. Though I don't think there is much to look at. " With that, he smiled and turned around.

Huh? WHAT!?

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