10- Seal the Deal
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'What were you doing with my Princess, slave.' Emanuel said as he casually removed his shirt while Marcel kneeled in the middle of the room.
'Nothing, sir-'
'Master.'
'Im sorry?'
'You will address me as Master.'
'Master, I swear on my life I didn't have any bad intentions with the Princess. We were only talking.'
'Only talking? See that's the issue here. You were merely talking to the Princess as though treating this as a casual relationship. Do you not see her as a superior?'
'N-no master, I was-'
'Because the princess and I are equal and if you felt that you could simply do as you please with her then you must think the same with your king.' Emanuel said tauntingly. Marcel still knelt in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back and that position sent all sorts of nasty images in Emanuel's mind.
'I do not think that sir. I would never initiate a conversation with the princess on my own.' Marcel replied with a slightly calmer voice. He avoided the king's face to try and keep his breath steady as he didn't want to be seen as a scared mouse.
'So you're telling me that princess came to you?' Emanuel accused while walking closer towards the boy on the floor.
'Yes, master.' Marcel whispered. He didn't want to throw princess under the bus but it was the whole truth, and in this situation, lying is not the smartest move.
Emanuel stood still in front of Marcel. He was slightly shocked at the revelation that his little completely disobeyed his orders. Princess was known to be naughty and stubborn at times but never with him. She always listened to him, but for some reason, this guard had made her go against him.
Marcel slowly moved his eyes up to the king to find him deep in thought. Marcel wondered if the king will punish Princess. She was spoiled beyond belief so the image of her being punished was almost laughable in Marcel's mind but he had only worked here for a little while, there are still things that were unpredictable.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, which immediately sent Marcel in a frenzy mode as he was able to smell the scent of his father on the other side.
Emanuel's lips turned into a smirk as he stared at his butler's son who looked like he had seen a ghost.
'Looks like daddy is here, bonbon.'
'P-please, master! He can't know about this! Don't let him see me here, he's only going to worry!' Marcel whispered as he starts to get up from his kneeling position.
'Are you giving me orders?' Emanuel said with brows furrowed.
'Of course not. I wouldn't dare. I'm just-'
'Your majesty?' the butler sounded from the other side of the door.
'Get in there.' Emanuel said while nodding his head towards the bathroom after rolling his eyes at how scared Marcel was, signaling the boy to go hide in there before his father comes in.
Marcel sighed a sigh of relief when he heard the king's words.
'Thank you, master!' He said before running in the bathroom and shutting the doors.
Emanuel stared at the bathroom door for a few more seconds. He didn't know why he complied with the slave's wish. He normally would enjoy seeing someone's hopeless face. But his thoughts were interrupted by the butler again.
'Come in, Paul.' he instructed while continuing to remove his garments to get ready for a bath and bed.
The butler strolled in right away.
'Sire, the Princess will not calm down or go to bed. Would you like us to bring her here?' Paul explained.
Immediately Emanuel straightened and looked at Paul with a frown.
'How is she doing?' he asked, concern laced in his voice. He knew this would happen but he just couldn't control his temper when he saw her and the guard together. He shouldn't have been so rough with her. He felt a tug in his heart to go find the princess immediately and apologize.
'She would not have her milk and was hiding under her crib, crying. Martha was able to bring her out but she wouldn't comply with any of the maids and has been screaming.' Paul said. Emanuel let out a tired sigh. It seems like he would not be getting the good night's sleep that he was looking forward to earlier. It's going to take a couple of hours to try and coax Princess back. She must have been afraid of him. He was rarely ever rough with her but this time he really could not control himself.
'I'll be there soon. Give her a few more minutes of her tantrum.' that was his way of punishing her. To let her cry a little longer before swooping her in his arms and spoiling her all over again.
'Of course, sir.' as Paul turned to leave, he suddenly stopped and raised his head up high.
'Is there a problem?' Emanuel asked him while putting on his slippers to prepare to go to the nursery.
'No sir. I thought I caught a familiar scent. Must be my aging nose. Excuse me, I will be off now.' Paul said before leaving and closing the doors behind him.
Emanuel plopped himself down on the sofa and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. That was an intense night. He glanced at the clock on the wall and it was already 5 am. Sleeping was obviously not an option now. He would have to deal with Thomas and Sabrina in the morning and he must go to Princess. As though being a king wasn't tiring enough.
Suddenly he heard shuffling in the bathroom and remembered that his newly recruited slave was still in there.
'You can come out.' he said loud enough so Marcel could hear. Quietly the door started open and he sees ahead pop-out searching around the room for any signs of his father.
'What? Do you think I'm lying?' the king said when he saw the boy looking around.
'N-no, your majesty.' Marcel said and bowed.
'What did you call me?' Emanuel said as he stood up and walked towards Marcel.
'M-master.'
'Good, bonbon.'
For a minute they just stared into each other's eyes unknowingly mesmerized by each other. Marcel started fidgeting and was the first to break their stare which made Emanuel stand up straight and cleared his throat.
'You will act as my personal guard from now on. And you will be staying in the maids quarters. I expect you to be by my door every morning with my breakfast as well as the princess's bottle and supplements. I'll inform you of any other extra duties as time goes.'
'And uniform, Master?' Marcel asked looking down at his guards uniform.
'What? Do you want to walk around in chains? This isn't the 18th century.' Emanuel stated. His family, of course, owned slaves and he himself was familiar with them being a long-lived pureblood but he never agreed with the ways they were treated as a young vampire back then. Along with that, making someone walk around in chains, naked can only be accepted in the bedroom at this time. Which he has plans for.
'That guard uniform is doing good things for your ass. Keep it on.' Emanuel said with a smirk.
What a pig. Marcel thought. Minutes ago he wanted to kill him, and now he was commenting on his butt.
'Close the door on your way out.' Emanuel said and walked out of his room, leaving a confused and frazzled Marcel standing there.
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