"Your Majesty?" that maid was shocked to hear that order from the King. She genuinely thought that she must have misheard him.
But Reginald was in no mood to play along. He glared at that poor maid with his smoldering red eyes and ordered a bit sternly, "I said take off your clothes. Be a dear and don't make me repeat it again. And do it fast if you don't want to face other consequences."
That maid did not want to know what the 'other consequences' meant. She was pretty sure that it meant being found out dead in the gutter somewhere.
So she followed the order and began to undress herself. As soon as her gown dropped on the floor, Reginald jumped out of his bed and grabbed her by her waist. He leaned down and kissed her again. He ran his hands up to her breasts and kneaded them as hard as he could.
The maid didn't resist at all as if she was hypnotized. She didn't know whether it was the fear or her physical desire, but her body refused to protest.
