Chapter Eleven: Past And Memories
Luther felt so drunk, with his head continuously pounding nonstop. His sight was blurry and his own breath made him feel so nauseous that he nearly puked right here, in the room.
He eyed the few people in the room which consists of some men and the exotic dancers who were yet playing with their bodies in great pleasure.
Other men had left to the guest chambers to screw some harlots he sent in.
He smirked.
The rouse went quite well except for that little brat who desired to soil his celebration.
He remembered her face.
Oval, pale, bright phlegmatic eyes, dully pink lips, sharp but yet smooth nose.
Her face reflects all shades of innocence, but he was indifferent.
He wanted to hurt her — to crush her so intensely that she commits suicide herself. No, he wanted to be the one to abolish her life. He wanted to see the raw pain in her eyes as she begs him for the mercy he would never give.
He stood, feeling slightly dizzy as the headache soared, fierce and painful now.
He left the hall unnoticed and headed for his chamber.
He felt like taking his usual cold bath. He didn't like being hot, he does feel much discomfort.
He got to his chamber and rang the bell. In brief seconds, his personal maid, Ruth came in, bowing immediately to him.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Prepare the bath."
Even talking felt painful.
He let out a low but audible groan.
Why did he drink too much? Eight highly alcoholic liquors? Was he planning to drown his organs?
He almost chuckled at the thought.
"Are you fine, my Lord? Do you want your mistresses?" Ruth asked, shortly after preparing the bath.
She must have seen how badly drunk he was.
"No." He drawled. He considered it but he didn't want any disturbance. Though he'd feel a bit aroused but it was just slight — he could bear with it.
"Okay then. I would be leaving now." She bowed and made to leave but somehow the images of Rupert's daughter flooded his head.
Hell, he didn't even know her name yet. He never did ask, he never cared to know.
He was chiefly interested in her but not in a positive way. She was just a tool he could use to satisfy his relic urge for revenge.
"Bring Rupert's daughter to me." He said with disdain and left to the bathroom.
He wondered what he was going to do with her.
He had punished her earlier by degrading the rest of her reputation.
He desired to serve her even more harsh, horrifying punishments but he wanted to take it slow. Somehow, he was not even in a hurry.
He took off his clothes and went into the bathing pool, filled with very clean but frigid water, petals and oil scented leaves.
There were also fragrant soaps, mostly fluid and plenty of eye-catching colored sponges.
Although he could had ordered Ruth to arrange some maids to bath him or for Ruth to do it herself but he disapproves of someone bathing him and Ruth was fully aware of it.
He took a long time laying the bath, freely allowing the frigid water to freeze but yet caress his skin. It gave some the tingling feelings he was familiar with and he loved it.
Soon, he picks up one of the sponges already filled with frigid soaps and roamed his body with it.
He avoided looking at his body. He hated his body, it reminds him of nothing but his gut wrenching past.
A past that continuously haunted and frightened him.
He fears nothing or no one but that was his sole weakness — his past.
It was the only thing that scares him and makes him vulnerable.
He breathed in and out heavily, closing his eyes whilst laying still in the water, with his head at the edge of the pool.
He tried to block his thoughts and when he finally succeeded, he drained out the soapy water and replaced it with fresh ones.
He rinsed himself, wet his hair and got in, in one of the towels he found in the racks.
Then he opened the door back to his chamber only to be taken aback by a mid-loud feminine scream.
"Ah!!!!!" A girl, touching his bed and pillows voiced out in sudden astonishment.
Her eyes widened and her countenance looking totally bewildered.
It was Rupert's daughter. Why was he surprised? Perhaps, he had forgotten he had asked for her to be brought in but he hadn't really expected her to come this soon or he probably must have taken long in the bathroom.
"Oh My!" She gasped quickly, leaving the bed in a flash, taking her glance back to the floor to avoid staring at his nude chest.
"I'm sorry" She added in a mutter.
She'd sound sincere but he felt vexed. She had touched his belongings, he was utterly riled she did so.
No one touches his belongings without his permission, especially someone that distasteful as her.
He approached her with a scowl on his face. He felt she didn't fear him enough and he extremely wanted her to. He wanted her to tremble at his mere sight.
"You seek death." He snarled to her, two foots away from her. He desired to intimidate her so badly that she shivers but her next words left him in awe.
"Why don't you kill me then?"
What audacity!
He was amazed with her bravery. She was clearly afraid but was not bounded by that fear.
Although slightly impressed, he still yet felt more infuriated.
"I will.... In my bed."
He'd add, stunning her.
She let out a gasp, taking a quick glance at his face and almost instantly gazing back to the floor again.
"How shameless could you be?" She murmured but it was quite audible.
Luther grabbed her by the neck, forcing her to pierce her gaze on him.
"Respect your king...."
"My king?" She scoffed, clenching her fists as all past memories came up on her head.
Her mother's death.... Her father's death.... The bodies on the ground.
"You are no king of mine. My father is my sole king but you killed him like the beast you are!" She spat out, pure rage now evident on her tone as tears blinded her eyes.
"How much crueler would you be? You seem so young and innocent but you're so evil within." Her body shook endlessly, as tears roamed hastily down her cheeks.
She sniffed, trying not to seem so vulnerable but much tears fell like raindrops, moistening her face.
He smirked at her.
This obvious pain she felt pleased him. He was glad he was able to cause her hurt, and more to come.
"Your father made me this beast I am." He spurted out, his voice mixed with furiousness and something else she couldn't figure.
He didn't feel much comfortable with this topic as it made him even more exaggerated but he urged to taunt her and make her more trepid of him.
"Your airheaded father was more of a beast than I ever was!"
"Liar!" She cut him off, her wet eyes glaring at him spitefully. "You abhor my father and people for no relevant reason."
Grilled, he pushed her to the bed and went on top of her, his wet hair dripping water down her face.
Fear crossed her expression, as her eyes widened, staring at him in shock and much apprehension.
Her breathings went shallow and Luther could almost swore to have heard her heart rapidly racing.
"What are you doing?" She asked in fright, trying to get off him but he pinned her down to the bed, giving her no room to escape.
"I'm doing exactly what your father did."
"What?!"
Luther smirked at her confusion. She seemed so innocent and ignorant and he hated it. He wanted her to know so much and feel so much guilt that could eat her up and make her beg for the forgiveness he would never give.
"What are you saying?" She added addlepated, her voice and countenance showing all signs of terror that gladdened Luther's being.
He ignored her and took his face closer to hers, not taking his gaze off her.
She heaved heavily, looking more alarmed than ever.
She again tried to get off him but annoyed, Luther aggressively pinned her back to the bed, intentionally injuring her wrists.
"Please.... Stop." She begged, tears once again blinding her eyes as she shifted her face to the other side.
Luther liked her begging but it however, reminded him of an unfortunate memory he wished to forget.
He closed his eyes tightly, gripping the bedsheets hard, to push back the memory to the rear of his mind but it was highly difficult and it ended up leaving him troubled.
Breathlessly, he stood, making her to stare at him in utter befuddlement.
"Leave." He muttered.