"Your highness, did I ever ask you for such a thing?" Sylvia completely forgot about her strange nightmare and crossed her arms in front of her chest, her voluptuous breasts heaving up and down in anger.
"This… Umm…" Mikel stammered for the first time in his life.
His cute and innocent kitten suddenly looked like a fiery tigress who was ready to pounce on him and not in the good way which he liked.
He thought that she would be happy, but she was clearly not. Mikel had no idea where he went wrong.
"Baby this is better. This way no one would question your presence near me and you don't have to act like a maid or slave ever again." He hurriedly explained.
Sylvia, however, did not look pleased. "Your highness, do you know that being a maid or slave is better than being a mistress?"
She was far too outraged to spell things out for him and dashed into the bathroom to cool herself down but not before slamming the door shut on his face.
