Yes, Sire.

His enthralling baritone weaved each word pleasantly, but to Rain, it sounded like a death sentence had just been asserted over her head.

Her hands clenched into tight fists. "I'm not going to be your maidservant," she declined through gritted teeth.

Although she'd assumed doing hard labor as a slave, she didn't expect it to come to pass in this form, and especially not this soon. How could she be this Prince's maidservant!?

Derek leaned back leisurely and rested his orbs on her flushed face. "Then would you prefer being my prisoner?" 

Asides biting down on her lips, Rain couldn't refute his words. She merely glared at him angrily.

"A servant ought not to glare at his master, Rain." It's disrespectful," he chided. Without waiting for her to respond, he rose from his chair and came to stand across her. He continued his rebuff in a voice barely above a whisper, "Thus far, you have been lofty and discourteous…"