"And why should that cause problems?" I asked with a raise of my brows.
"Well… he is the son of Lord—"
"I heard you clearly the first time," I told Theo in a cool voice. "Are you trying to tell me to pardon him because he is a Lord's son?"
"Not at all I—"
"You know what this tells me? His father needs to be investigated too," I said, cutting him off. "After all, the apple never falls far from the tree."
"I understand your point Cyrus but what I was trying to convey is that the people love Lord Salmon, doing that to his son—"
"Conduct an investigation on the Lord and prepare a trial. It should be held by this evening. Make sure you have secured all evidence against the governor."
"Which one should be held this evening? The trial only right?" Theo asked to be sure.
"Yes!" I said in an exasperated tone. "If you'll excuse me, I have things to do."
"We have other matters to discuss—"
"Save it for later!" I snapped, striding away towards my study. From just a few meters away, I could perceive the intoxicating aroma of her scent. The smell sent mixed emotions through me— I could feel a delicious shiver but at the same time, anger coursed through my veins.
This woman I had bought had to be a witch and maybe that's why her family was so eager to get rid of her. She must have manipulated my wolf into wanting her as a mate.
"Get out!" I growled as I walked in. She looked startled to see me and the vase which she was wiping clattered to the ground sending shards of glass everywhere and water spilling.
She gasped, placing her hand to her mouth. "I am sorry your majesty I—"
"Sorry?" I scoffed.
"I shall clean it right away." Avoiding my eyes, she lowered herself and grabbed a waste pot, picking up the glass shards. I noticed that her fingers trembled as she did this and her chest rose and fell.
Looking away from her, I sat at my desk and shuffled through papers but I could not concentrate on a single thing I was doing. Had she also put some sort of hoax on my mind to distract me from whenever I was in her presence?
Suddenly, the smell of blood filled the air and I could feel some sort of sharp pain on my index finger. I took a look at my hands and discovered I wasn't bleeding but when I looked up, I knew where it came from.
What was strange was how we were linked. We had not had a mating bond and I had rejected her, so why could I feel her pain? I strode towards her casually and regarded her with a raise of my brows. "You cut yourself?"
"It is nothing of importance your majesty," she answered, containing to pack up the glass shards. "I shall fetch a rag to clean the water off."
Clutching the waste pot to her side, she stood up and began to walk away but I stood in her path. "Let me see."
"It is nothing of—"
"Let. Me. See." I said through clenched teeth. It was as though I was under some compelling force, something unseen prompted my action because the goddess knows I have never done such for anyone.
"Are you ordering me to show you as my master or because..." She looked up at me with icy blue eyes not completing her statement.
"As your master. Drop the waste pot and let me see." I swallowed hard and took the hand she stretched out to me, placing a light kiss on it. The wound closed up immediately and she gave a tight smile.
"Thank you my Lord." Her eyes shifted from my right one, then to the left then slowly she looked at her feet and coupled with how breathy her voice was, it turned me on for some reason. There was this force of attraction that I could not fight. I took a step closer getting lost into those ocean eyes. They no longer held icy hatred but were now a raging storm of conflicting emotions.
She swallowed slightly and looked away from me, holding her lips between her teeth. Subconsciously, my fingers were drawn to that and slowly I pulled her lips out of her teeth. She sucked in a breath and removed my hands from her lips.
Something about the way her small and soft hands wrapped around mine made me think of her in other ways I could not admit to. "What are you doing?" I never expected my voice to come out in a strangled and ragged breath.
She let go abruptly but did not walk away, she only moved a step backwards which enticed me to take a step forward and we kept going on and on until she was pressed against my desk.
My eyes travelled to the button of her maid uniform on the center of her chest that had come undone and I could not stop myself from holding her neck with one hand while using the other to play with the button.
"Your majesty."
I looked up at her then closed my eyes and breathed in the goodness of her scent.
"Your majesty."
My hands found their way onto her thighs, lifting her dress up and inching towards hee centre very slowly. My lips laid themselves on her neck and I'm sure the goddess knew I was drunk and not in my right senses.
"Your majesty," she moaned. "Please."
"Please what?" I murmured.
"Please," she purred. "Your majesty, I—"
Suddenly all feelings of lust and hunger for her were gone and replaced by blinding rage. A type of anger that ran deeper than my ancestral lines. Why did it feel like she was in control of my actions? "What the hell have you done to me? What dark powers are you using on me?" I seethed, pulling away from her like she was a dangerous flame.