May's POV
"Oh no! Don't panic. Maybe he won't be able to see you if you don't move a muscle, or does that only work on night creatures?" I thought as I tried to imagine the kind of punishment that would be given for this kind of offense. "Death by hanging, banishment, imprisonment, or worse." I froze at the thought, deciding to quickly explain myself and break the awkward silence. But I was tongue-tied at his menacing countenance and fierce expression.
Though his face was blank and emotionless, his eyes, still and fixated, spoke loudly of his discomfort and anger, which made me retreat from my plan of explaining myself. I blinked to moisten my now dry eyes from too much exposure to air, and when I opened them again, the magnificent godlike being before me had vanished as if he had never been there.
Confused, I looked around until my eyes caught the image of his broad back. My mind wandered, imagining rubbing, teasing, and massaging that gorgeous frame of his as he untied the towel, revealing more. I gasped, realizing I was caught in my master's room and still had the audacity to lust after his divine appearance. I scolded myself mentally, snapping out of a trance of my own making. I stared at the now empty space where he had stood moments ago.
After a few seconds, I heard the faint sound of clacking hangers, as though someone was skimming through clothes. I thought it was the perfect time to escape while he was distracted and the exit was only a few steps away. Contrary to my plan to run for my life, hoping he hadn't gotten a good look at me, I foolishly walked into the wardrobe.
There he was, tall, powerful, and dangerously beautiful. His dark red eyes exuded dominance, and his muscular frame was mesmerizing. My gaze dropped to the white towel lying on the glass oval-shaped table in the middle of the room. In the next instant, my inquisitive eyes drifted down his frame from his collarbone to the now erect member resting just beneath his toned abdomen.
Previously too entranced by his godly looks to notice, I suddenly panicked and instinctively covered my face with my hands to avoid seeing such an indecent sight.
Lucien's POV
"I can't believe my mother would do this on my day of arrival. I haven't even been here a day and she's already back to her old tricks. She still wants a grandson," I thought as I gracefully strode to the closet.
I lazily glided my fingers along the hangers, searching for something comfortable and decent to wear. After finding a suitable outfit, I untied the towel around my waist and tossed it gently onto the table before reaching for some underwear from the lower drawers.
Then I heard footsteps approaching. "Can't this little girl run along already? This is starting to get frustrating," I muttered to myself. Moments later, a pair of hazel eyes were staring at me. I watched as she traced my frame with surprising confidence. "How can she be this shameless, staring so boldly at her master while he changes, invading my privacy like I'm of no importance?"
It was baffling. Most servants never even got the opportunity to look directly at a royal, let alone stare so boldly at one's naked body and live to tell the tale. "Is this girl trying to earn herself a death sentence? What else should I expect when my mother spoils them this much?"
Her eyes trickled down my waist and rested for a few seconds on my now erect groin before she covered her face in embarrassment. "So when she sneaks into my room to commit a crime, she feels no shame, but now she pretends to be modest?" I smirked in amusement as I watched her turn and stumble toward the bed.
Rolling my eyes at her petty attempt to act innocent, I followed her, still bare, to the bedroom. If she wanted to play coy, I might as well play along. She stood in the corner near the bathroom door, trembling like a scolded child. A part of me felt pity and wanted to let her go, but I shook the feeling off. It could just as easily be another act.
As I drew closer, I heard her sniffling. "Is she crying?" I wondered. A few steps away, I could feel her fear and sincerity. Then, suddenly, a voice echoed in my head. "Oh no, I'm sure I'm going to be killed or hung or worse, tortured to death. Why did I decide to help out in the bedroom? I should have stayed in the kitchen."
Assuming it was her inner voice, I realized she hadn't been sent to seduce me after all. She was simply doing her job and got caught up in the situation. I softened my expression and placed my palm against the wall beside her, trapping her between my arms. Hearing her thoughts, I realized she was just a silly, terrified girl, her lips trembling as she whimpered.
I cleared my throat, and she looked up at me, her face drained of all color, eyes wide with shock. Before I could say a word, her body went limp in my arms. She had fainted from sheer fright.
"What a disappointment," I sighed, though a small smirk tugged at my lips. "I was really looking forward to teasing her until her face turned scarlet." On a closer look, however, I couldn't deny she was breathtaking.