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Chapter 6

  • Calhoun stood at his tower, staring far into the distance. His eyes twitched now and then.
  • He had torn the maid who saw Diana leave into shreds and he did not feel any better. No. Instead, he felt worse.
  • What if the girl knew the direction in which Diana had gone?
  • How could he know now?
  • He exhaled sharply. He heard footsteps approaching. From the sound they made on the marble floor, he could tell it was George.
  • "My king!" George bowed. "I have searched everywhere in the kingdom and the lady is nowhere to be found."
  • Calhoun inhaled sharply at George's last five words. Nowhere to be found? How could she be nowhere to be found? Did she have another relative in another kingdom?
  • "Call. Me. Thomas." He said emphatically, separating each word with a labored breath. George did not need to be told twice. He quickly left the king's presence. He felt sorry for Diana if she was ever found.
  • Calhoun sighed softly. He turned away from the view of the sky which he had watched turn darker and darker. He returned to his chamber.
  • "Fetch Nichole." He said to a guard by the side. The man bowed and went to get the head maid. The poor girl was shaking in fear.
  • "S..s..sir." She stuttered and bowed her face down. Calhoun did not spare her a glance. He did not want to get angry.
  • "Assign me another maid." He ordered. Nichole bowed and hurried out of his chamber. She had always wanted to be favored by him to serve him, but now that the opportunity came, she didn't want it anymore.
  • A few minutes after she left, another maid walked in. She had just returned from a visit to her family house and did not know what had happened earlier in the castle.
  • "My king, Nichole said you asked for me." She said softly with a deep bow. Her voice was soft and cautious, very similar to Diana's. Calhoun turned so fast and when he saw that it wasn't Diana, he got angry again.
  • "Who are you?" He demanded.
  • "Me? I. I am Pat." She said softly. "Nichole said you needed a personal maid."
  • "Make my bath water. Perfect degree." He ordered. The lady stood there without moving an inch.
  • "Why are you still standing there? Did you not hear me? Are you deaf or dumb?"
  • "My king, you said the perfect degree and I don't know what that is. How do you want it, hot or cold? Warm? Lukewarm or warm?"
  • "Don't ask me any stupid questions!" Calhoun roared. His eyes glowed red. The girl shifted in her spot. She didn't know what she said to get the man angry. Also, why did it seem like everywhere was too quiet?
  • "Get out." Calhoun spat. Pat didn't wait to be told twice, she left his chamber. Calhoun sat there alone, reminiscing about his time with Diana.
  • "I want my bath ready, Diana. Make it perfect." He ordered. Diana didn't question him. She knew that she only had two questions a day and she didn't want to waste it. She went into the bathtub and mixed his water. When he touched it, he smirked.
  • "How do you know what I like? You're so observant darling, I like that." He said, caressing her chin. She had tried to remove her face but he gripped it even firmer. She winced slightly and it only made him chuckle.
  • "Be good, darling." He said. "Now, undress me."
  • Diana's face flushed red. "How.. how can you-"
  • "Ah ah ah." He asked. "Two questions to remember. Don't waste it on a rhetorical question because I won't answer and that's your loss."
  • Diana scowled behind him. She reached out to his buttons and undid them. She pulled the shirt off him roughly.
  • "What the hell, Diana? Do you wish to injure me and incur death?" He demanded. "Take it off, slowly. Your entire worth cannot buy that single shirt, so don't rumble it." Diana fumed. Nevertheless, she obeyed quietly. She took off his clothes and watched him soak in the bath.
  • "Don't just stand there, cone, and wash my body! Don't you know what being a slave means? Have you never been a slave before?"
  • Diana shook her head.
  • "No? No, you will wash my body, or no you have been a slave before? Or perhaps no, you don't know what it means to be a slave?"
  • Diana sighed softly. She walked to the tip of the bath and knelt. She grabbed the soap and sponge, soaked the sponge, and rubbed the soap all over it. Calhoun's sponge was as soft as a baby's foam, she got jealous. After lathering the soap all over his body, she began to scrub softly. Calhoun gave a content grunt now and then and it only made her turn more shades darker.
  • "Why are your cheeks red? Have you never bathed a man before?"
  • "Yes." She whispered.
  • "Yes, you have?" He asked. "Or yes you have not?"
  • "Do you always twist people's words to suit your needs?" She whispered, staring down at his firm body that glistened under the warm light.
  • "That is one question." He stated.
  • "I'm aware. And it's not a rhetorical question."
  • "Not? You won't dare force the king to answer your question, would you?"
  • "The king gave his word, he must keep it," Diana replied.
  • "And that is exactly what I will do, keep my word." He said. "Yes, Diana. I twist people's words to suit my needs. But isn't that just wonderful? And a rare talent too! C'mon, you have to scrub that part properly."
  • He sighed to himself. Her second question that night was one he never answered. How did she submit to him so easily? How did she know what suited his needs? He always mistreated her, and insulted her before everyone and she would swallow it and still offer him a nice smile.
  • He remembered one night, her question had been; could you even respect me even as a regular maid for just one day?
  • His answer was firm and unthoughtful, no.