WRITER'S POV
A maid had come inside his room, to serve him food but from just the sour pheromones that enveloped the whole room had her shaking and nervous, her slowness annoyed him so much to how sluggish she was acting.
"Pour me some whiskey and be on your merry way" he called over another puff of smoke, the amount of opium he had been taking and started causing him little side effects that he didn’t even take notice of,
It causes little tremors in the hands that made them viably shake, so when the maid was pouring the drink, his hand was shaking but he lashed out at her instead "are you f*****g stupid? Wasting my drink?" he called grabbing her nape and made her whimper in agony.
"my lord you’re hurting me" the maid struggled out’.
"so, then do your damn job, and if you
