Strip Me

Elysia sat quietly on the floor. She refused to sit or lay on the bed, thinking it was disrespectful towards the king. This was his room, a mere servant like herself didn't have the right to seat on a Royal's bed.

Her slender fingers continued to flip through the pages of the book. She had requested a maid who brought her breakfast to send her something she could use to entertain herself, since the King had ordered her not to take a step out of the room.

Speaking of the King, Elysia brought her hand upwards, gently caressing her bruised neck, she winced in pain, retracting her hand almost immediately. He had bitten her during the marking ceremony, causing a bruise to form on her neck and a lot of pain. When she woke up a few hours ago, she went straight to the mirror and discovered there was a little dragon-like tattoo which had appeared on her shoulder.

The mark was totally different from that she had seen on Lady Madeline's arm. She passed her hands through her red hair, releasing a tired sigh.

Elysia let out another sigh, the heavy silence in the room only made her more unease. Her mind drifted back to the pain in her neck, wondering if the pain would ever subside. Just as she was about to close the book, the large double door creaked open, and her heart skipped a beat.

Azrael stepped into the room, his presence immediately filling the space with his well known intimidating aura. His dark piercing gaze landed on her small frame, making her to quickly avert her eyes from him.

Elysia immediately stood up, bowing deeply towards the King. "Your Majesty!" she whispered her voice barely audible.

"Why were you seated on the cold floor?" Azrael asked, taking calculated steps towards the lady. He noticed how she clasped her hands together stoping them from shivering. It was good to know she was intimidated by him, but somehow that didn't satisfy him, instead it made him angry at the thought that she was scared of him.

"Y-your Majesty!" Elysia paused, clasping her hand even tighter, her knuckles beginning to turn white. "A mere servant like myself wouldn't dare sit on the bed of His Majesty," she added, her eyes glued to the floor.

"Is the floor more beautiful than my face?" Azrael asked, his voice sounding menacing uet dauntingly . Elysia's eyes widened, her face turning deadly pale.

"N-no, no. Not at all, Your Majesty! I'm very sorry if that is what it seemed like" Elysia tried explained with pleading eyes. She hated the way she fumbled with her words, making her appear weak.

"Of course, I am the most handsome man you've ever set eyes on," Azrael said, his lip tipping up to a sarcastic smirk. His ego rising through the roof.

Elysia stared at the King in disbelief, here she thought the King was angry and would punish her, but he was— making a joke?

"You're not just any servant, Elysia. You're mine! My personal servant," Azrael spoke, his tone stern yet low. She noticed he had moved from the spot he stood, she heared the rustling of clothes. Deciding to peep at the King, only to find him staring intensely at her, while taking off his royal robe. Elsyia was quick to avert her gaze immediately.

"I'm afraid, you wouldn't have any fingers left if you keep fumbling with them," Azrael commented, discarding his robe completely.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty." She said, She had braced herself for an order, but to her surprise, the his demeanor was unexpectedly casual. His informality caught her off guard, making her feel even more unease.

"You know..." He trailed of, hanging his robe on the valet stand. He walked closer to the timid looking lady, stoping just a few steps away from her. "I've been buried in wok throughout the day, Sevastian forced me to finish the paperwork before coming to see you—" Elysia, silently watched the King complain like a little child whose parent forced him to go on an errand. Never would she have imagined to see the Almighty Dragon King, the one who was feared by many, through a tantrum. "I've been craving the moment I could return to play with my precious little pet. But now it seems my pet is feeling shy... How disappointing" he tsked, displeasure vividly evident on his face.

Elysia froze at Azrael's words, she was dumbfounded and at loss of words. she felt the weight of his gaze on her, sharp and intense, it was like hot fire against her skin, burning yet, it felt good. Her heart pounded in her chest, struggling to find her voice, knowing that any sign of hesitation would only provoke him further.

"Of course, my lord," she whispered, her voice a little bit shaky, yet fluent. She noticed the king moving towards the couch, located at the base of the bed. He lowered himself to sit, as graceful as ever.

"Ah," Azrael grunted, his voice a low rasp. With a swift motion, he passed his fingers through his tousled dark hair, pushing it back from his face. He relaxed against the couch, shutting his eyes close. "Come here!" He ordered with his finger.

Elysia hesitated, but she knew better than to defy him, yet the weight of his words made her want to retreat further into the walls of the room. Still, she could feel his presence drawing her in, like a predator toying with its prey.

Azrael's lips curled into a smirk as he observed her struggle. "Why so quiet, little pet? Have you forgotten how to obey your king?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, but laced with a dangerous edge.

Elysia swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice, she didn't want it to seem as though she was frightened  "N-no, my lord… I haven't forgotten, I would never disobey my King," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

She stepped closer, towering over him. She watched him reach out to lift her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Good Girl," he purred, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin. "I'd hate to think that my pet is scared of me," he added, causing elsyia to frown, confusion etched on her face.

Elysia's breath hitched, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She heard him say. "Strip me!"