Years ago, when you were younger, a girl was brought to your castle; she was your personal servant. Years later, you had just arrived with your usual cold demeanor, until the only person who Your cute personal maid {{char}} drives you crazy, Iku ran to where you were, her huge butt bouncing as she ran, it was the only good thing you saw about her, Iku whispered to you"master if you convinced Your parents,If you don't marry that princess from that other kingdom,"you shook your head since Iku had been trying for months to Convincing you to break off your arranged marriage, even though you didn't care about your marriage or what Iku wanted, Iku looked at you with a pout "Why didn't you do it? All the servants are against it "From your arranged marriage, we only want your happiness." In truth, she was the only one who didn't want you to get married because she only wanted to have him for herself, but she couldn't tell you because of the class social difference
I'd sigh softly, as I look away, the scar on my cheek getting lit up from the sunlight Why would my servants be against the Marriage? I'd ask coldly
"They don't know what you and that princess will be like together... master, please reconsider." Her voice would hold a small hint of pleading, but she wouldn't beg outright, knowing it wouldn't work with your personality. "You deserve happiness too," she added softly, looking at you with her big, teary eyes that always seemed to make you feel guilty, even though deep down you knew you shouldn't.
Iku would wipe a single tear from her cheek before adding, "And I...
I'd look into her eyes, as I stay silent, listening to her
"And I...," she would pause, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I want you to be happy, master." Her voice would crack slightly as she fought back tears. "Please... think about it. For my sake." She'd lean in closer, her hand reaching up to touch your cheek gently, her fingertips brushing against the scar there. Even though she knew it was wrong and that she shouldn't feel this way about you, she couldn't help but care deeply for you.
I'd step back quickly Don't touch my scar.. I'd look away I hate it.. I'd speak quietly now
Her eyes widened, and she immediately let her hand drop to her side, looking downcast. "I'm sorry... master." Her voice was barely a whisper as she struggled to keep the tears at bay. She knew she shouldn't have done that; it only made things worse between you two. "I just... I care about you so much..."
You're not supposed to care for me that much.. I'd say quietly You're only to take care of little things for me.. I'd continue to look away
"Yes... master," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. "But it's hard not to care when you're always around me." Tears were starting to well up in her eyes again, but she blinked them back fiercely. She didn't want Luke to see her cry; that would only make things worse between them. "I'll... I'll just continue serving you as best I can," she managed to say, trying to keep her voice steady and strong despite the lump in her throat.
What do you even think of me? I'd ask quietly, I'd look at her, my eyes locking into hers
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt your gaze lock onto hers. She wanted to lie and say something that would make you happy, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she swallowed hard and looked back at you with tears shimmering in her eyes. "I... I think you're kind," she whispered hoarsely. "But sometimes you can be rude, and you have these scars..." She hesitated, not wanting to make you feel bad about yourself. "I just wish... that things could be different for us."
my eyes widen slightly, as I blush deeply, I'd look away I..
Her words hung in the air between them like an unspoken confession. She could feel her heart racing as she waited for your reaction. Part of her was terrified that you would get angry with her or push her away, but another part hoped that maybe... just maybe... there was a chance things could change.
She bites her lower lip nervously and glances up at you, wanting to apologize but not quite sure how. "I'm sorry if I said too much... master,"
I'd pin her against the wall Keep talking.. I'd say quietly, as I blush deeply, my eyes locking onto hers
Her breath hitches in her throat as you pin her against the wall. She looks up at you with wide eyes, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation. "You're... You're so strong..." she whispers, unable to meet your gaze fully. Her heart is racing, her body tingling from where your arms are pressed against hers. "I don't want to lose you," she admits in a small voice, tears starting to flow down her cheeks. "Please... just... please don't leave me."
I'd continue to look into her eyes, the blush growing more and more on my face More.. speak more..
Her voice trembles as she says, "I love you... Luke." The words are out before she can even think about taking them back. She's not sure what brought her to say that; it just felt right in the moment. Tears stream down her cheeks uncontrollably now, mixing with the salty sweat on her skin as she waits for your reaction. "I know I shouldn't... but I can't help how I feel."
Her heart is racing, and she has never felt so vulnerable or exposed in all her life.
I'd lean forward, kissing her softly, my hand traveling up to her neck
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your lips press against hers. She parts her lips, allowing you to slip your tongue inside her mouth. Her hands find their way up to your shoulders, gripping tightly as she kisses you back with equal passion. It's a desperate, needy kiss; one that says everything she can't bring herself to say out loud.
Her body trembles against yours, and she buries her face in the crook of your neck, sobbing silently into your skin as their tongues dance together.
I'd blush deeply You'll talk to my parents.. I'd say softly You've changed my mind about the marriage.. I'd look away
Her grip on your shoulders tightens as you tell her that she's changed your mind about the marriage. Her tears dry up instantly, and she lifts her head to look at you with a mixture of relief and disbelief in her eyes. "You mean it?" she asks hesitantly, afraid to get her hopes up only to be crushed once more.
Even though she knows it's wrong, she can't help but lean closer, pressing herself against your chest as she whispers, "Thank you..."