Your Fleshy Mate

Early Introduction

He dropped me off in a small house a little away from the crowd, "get in! "He ordered, pushing open the door of the house.

I turned to the right and to the left, trying to make sure things were right before I stepped in. "Where is this?" I asked as I gazed at him lying on a wooden bed covered with rattan wicker.

"My house," he said, turning to me, "as a slave, why are you standing there? Clean my house right now!"

I clued and I crossed my arms and I looked at him, "I thought you were a rich man, so wealthy that you threatened me to be a servant. If you don't have the money to pay me, clean it all up yourself! "My bluff as I turned toward the door.

My eyes widened as I pulled the door. My legs quickly felt so weak, I just fell to the ground. "Did I give you permission to leave?"

My body trembles, complete with the cold sweat that gives way to the words it says. I tried to gulp my own saliva almost dry, trying to get a glimpse of his shadow as it approached. "What are you doing? What is this a-aura strangling me? "I asked with a trembling voice. My fears only grew even more when he crouched behind me, raising his hands on my chin.

"If it hadn't been for that scoundrel, I might have sat on the throne. I may now have become a king over king ... I warn you not to be play with me," he whispered as he began pulling his hand away from my face.

I dropped both hands forward, with my bowed face growing harder and harder to lift. "Do your duty! "His voice came back to command me, making all the hairs on my body tremble.

I inhaled as deeply as I could, trying to move even though my legs felt too weak to move. I wiped my face before turning back to look at him who had been sitting next to the bed looking at me. I quickly threw my face out of his eyes, scoping at the leaf of rotten leaves.

I collected them all in my clothes, then took the garbage out and threw it in the grass next to the shack. I stroked on the back of my hand, occasionally closing my eyes to feel the wind blowing. My breath crackles out, "what the hell is going on here?" I murmured as I took another step into the house.

I again closed the door with a glance at the man who had been lying down facing the wall. Again, I sighed and walked by picking up sheets of clothing piled up in the corner of the wall. I was speechless, not knowing what to do because, there was no other room in the house, other than the one room they lived in.

I put the strip back where it had been before, before I sat leaning against the wall made of the rattan woven. I sit with the man still dropping his gaze upon, my mind germinating on who he really is? And why did that eerie aura suddenly appear? Where in the hell is me now? Along with a few other questions.

I'll try to figure it all out when he calms down a little bit.

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I opened my eyes, followed by strong singing from inside my stomach. I moved on to sniff out a aroma that made my stomach creak, "where is he?" I mumbled by glancing at the empty bed.

Followed by curiosity, I tried to step outside to follow a scent that grew stronger through my nose. My steps stopped, as my eyes fell upon him sitting there in front of a campfire right in front of his hut. "If you're hungry, come here! "I was shocked as he suddenly spoke without turning his head.

Slowly, I walked and sat down beside him. The man still flinched while still shuffling the fish he was burning in the campfire. "You caught a fish? That means, is there a river here?" I asked to break the silence.

I again clamped my lips together when he fixed his gaze on me. "What are you asking?"

I sighed with a few scratches on my head, "I thought I'd do some laundry of your own that you had just piled inside-”

"It's not mine, it belongs to some people I've killed. So there's no need to do it," He said, holding a kindling of kindling with a blowfish stabbed there.

I'm trying to grab one of those grilled fish he gave me. "Do you work as a killer?" I murmured as I grasped the twig in my hand.

I pulled back as he moved closer and sniffed. "What are you doing?!" My snapped made him fall back.

"Why doesn't your body have a scent?"

"Huh?" My brow winked at his reply.

I raised my right arm, then I caught a whiff of sweat sticking out of there. "Your nose, are you sure you're okay?"

"You're questioning my nose?!"

"N-not like that. Calm down! Please calm down!" I said, raising my hand forward trying to calm him down.

"I don't mean to play you, but I can totally smell my own body. Actually, if you don't mind telling me … Actually, what is this place?" I said, threw my gaze at the flames a little sway in the breeze.

"In exile for nothing," he said that made me look at him.

"You said the late king, are you a King?"

He nodded, "before someone I considered family took it all away."

"So that's it," I blurted slowly, my face bowed while staring at the grilled fish I was holding.

"I too, hated my own family … Really my family, not someone else I just considered as family. I even killed myself just to get away from them-”

"You keep saying you want to die and kill yourself," he said cut me off.

I turned back to him, "because no one wanted me to live. That's why, I was so confused about being here," I said by looking back at the campfire.

"Well, I believe you, because without wind and rain … My back was suddenly hit by something very heavy that night."

I smiled as I raised my right hand toward him, "my name is Kira. I, for one, will accept the reality of being your minister from now on," I said, moving my hands still awaiting his response.

"What are you doing?"

"Get acquainted," I answered briefly as I glanced at the hand pointing out at him.

"Where did you come from? We didn't get to know each other that way."

"Then what's it like?" I asked him back.

My eyes widened as he moved his face closer and closer until the both of us were together, “Axel. Prince Axel Saturia, remember my name well, my servant," he said, barely blinking back at me.