The Prince's Beautiful Servant

Ru entered the room, his footsteps muffled by the thick, plush carpet that stretched across the floor like a sea of velvet. In his hands, he carried a polished silver tray, its surface gleaming like a mirror under the soft, golden light that filtered through the room. A golden cup, brimming with dark, steaming coffee, rested atop the tray.

In the heart of the room, a podium was surrounded by soft, shimmering tulle. The fabric draped gracefully from the ceiling in gentle waves, forming a semi-transparent curtain. Behind the tulle, the prince lounged against a heap of ornate cushions.

As Ru approached, the tulle parted slightly, as if moved by an unseen hand. He hesitated to take the next step. At that moment the air itself came alive, swirling and coalescing into the shape of a hand that reached out and gently took the golden cup from the tray.

Ru took a few steps back, his expression neutral. He knew what was coming—the apocalypse that would soon break out.

The prince raised the cup to his lips, the golden rim catching the light as he took a slow, deliberate sip. For a moment, there was silence, the room holding its breath. Then a storm arose, blowing away the curtains and revealing the prince's figure.

"Coffee with cyanide? For me?" he said, his voice thundered. "Who, how dare they?"

Although Ru resisted the strong wind, he was blown back a few steps.

The genie prince's voice thundered through the room, his sapphire eyes blazing with anger. "I'm asking you! Which human made this coffee?"

"I don't know," Ru said simply. His fear was palpable. As he desperately sought an excuse to get out of there, he looked at the guy referred to as a prince.

The prince represented magnificence and stunning elegance. The beads of the crown, a delicate arrangement of gold and pearls, hung from his forehead and partially covered his face. His skin was a flawless shade of pale blue that seemed to shimmer gently in the dim light. His figure was draped in white robes, the fabric so luxurious that it flowed like water with every subtle movement. A golden silk sash was elegantly knotted around his waist, with the ends cascading down to the floor. His arms were adorned with golden bangles.

Having seen what he was about to see, Ru ignored the excuse and slowly bowed down. "With your permission."

"Stop!" The prince commanded.

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of the prince's commanding presence, his sapphire eyes piercing through the veil of tulle and beads. The air grew heavy, charged with an arcane energy that made Ru's skin prickle. He could feel the prince's gaze dissecting him.

"What are you?" The prince demanded, his voice echoing in the room. His gaze was unrelenting, dissecting Ru with a precision that left no room for evasion.

"I didn't understand the question," Ru said, confused. Ru stood frozen, his body tense, every muscle coiled like a spring on the verge of snapping.

The prince leaned forward slightly, the golden cup still cradled in his hand, though the poisoned coffee within seemed forgotten for the moment. The storm that had erupted moments earlier began to subside, the swirling winds calming as the prince's focus shifted entirely to Ru.

"You're a strange human female."

"Me?" Ru pointed at himself, his brow furrowing in disbelief. "I'm not—"

"Come closer," the prince interrupted. At his command, the veils of tulle stirred, as if awakened by his will. They parted with a soft rustle, the delicate fabric stretching toward Ru like tendrils of mist.

Ru's breath hitched as the tulle brushed against his skin, its touch feather-light yet unnervingly deliberate. As he swallowed hard, his eyes darted to the golden cup in the prince's hand.

"I told you to come closer," the prince growled, his voice laced with impatience. "Strange female human."

Ru found himself unable to resist. He wanted to protest, but the words wouldn't form. The veils, like the tentacles of an octopus, curled around him, touching, wrapping, and possessing.

"Maybe I'm wrong. What do you say?" The prince asked. "Tell me, are you a man or a woman?"

When Ru remained silent, the prince set the coffee aside. "Well, let's see." He extended his hand slightly, his fingers twitching with a subtle command.

At his gesture, the tulle clung to Ru's body, molding to his form with an almost sentient precision.

Ru's thin frame trembled, his white skin flushed with a mix of fear and shame. His dark hair fell in loose waves, framing his delicate features. His green eyes, once filled with defiance, now held a glimmer of uncertainty. The prince's gaze lingered on Ru's lips, then traveled down the line of his throat, the curve of his waist, and the delicate swell of his hips.

"You are different, even beautiful," the prince said, his voice a low purr. "You are not like a human. Maybe you are not human at all."

Ru's breath came in shallow gasps as the tulle tightened, the delicate fabric revealing every contour of his body. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears like a drum. The prince's sapphire eyes bore into him, their intensity both mesmerizing and terrifying. Ru felt utterly exposed, as if the veils had stripped away not just his clothing but every layer of his defenses.

The prince tilted his head, his expression one of mild amusement as he observed Ru's discomfort. "You are a beautiful creature," he said, his voice smooth and velvety like a feather brushing against skin. "But beauty alone does not answer my question. Tell me, what are you?"

Ru's lips parted, but no sound came out. His mind raced, scrambling for words, for an explanation, for anything that might satisfy the prince's curiosity. But the truth was, he didn't know how to answer. He had always been Ru, a servant, a shadow in the grand halls. His identity had never been questioned—until now.

The prince's fingers twitched, and the tulle shifted, tightening further around Ru's chest and waist, creating a breathtaking silhouette. The fabric was cool against his skin, its touch both gentle and unyielding. Ru's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to maintain some semblance of composure.

"I... I am no one, Your Highness," Ru finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just a servant. Nothing more."

The prince's lips curved into a faint smile, though his eyes remained sharp and calculating. "No one?" he echoed, his tone laced with skepticism. "No one does not intrigue me as you do. No one stands before me, trembling yet defiant, with eyes that betray a storm within."

Ru's breath hitched as the prince rose from his throne of pillows, his movements fluid and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. The tulle veils parted to allow him passage, their shimmering fabric cascading around him like a living thing. He stepped closer, his pale blue skin glowing faintly in the dim light, his robes trailing behind him like a river of silk.

The prince stopped mere inches from Ru, his sapphire eyes locking onto Ru's emeralds. "You are not no one," he said softly. "You are something... different. Something I cannot quite place. And that makes you dangerous."

Ru's throat tightened, his pulse quickening as the prince's gaze swept over him, a slow, deliberate exploration that left him feeling utterly exposed. He felt like a rare, precious artifact under the prince's scrutiny, every delicate curve, every hidden vulnerability laid bare. The prince's hand lifted, his fingers tracing the delicate line of Ru's jaw, then brushing against his cheek in a gesture that was almost a caress. Ru flinched at the contact, his skin burning where the prince's touch lingered, a brand of heat that spread through his veins.

The prince's thumb then grazed over Ru's lower lip, causing a shiver to run through Ru's body.

"Such delicate skin," the prince murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper. "It begs to be touched."