Chapter 5 HIS WRATH

I turned to look behind me with wide eyes, silently praying it was not who I thought it was behind me.

But who else would walk into the king's room without any permission if not the king himself?

Right here, standing before me, was the king of all beasts, the Diabolus Bestia.

King Orpheus Selinofoto.

I stared at him with fear evident on my face; I thought if I could do it. Do my chores and leave before the king arrives.

Never have I thought I would ever encounter the king or stand here, looking directly at his face.

I knew he was considered attractive, having both human and beast females falling at his feet, but I never believed a person would have such an effect on another like this.

There was no denying how close I was to losing my footing from his intimidating stare on his face. I still couldn't help but admire his handsome features.

One thing was for certain: whoever the moon goddess was, she definitely took her time in creating him. He was perfectly sculpted.

He didn't look happy to see me.

" What are you doing here?" This time his voice was calm, so calm that it could fool anyone.

I opened my mouth to speak, to explain myself, but nothing came out. Instead I stood there confused with my mouth open like a lunatic.

He continued to stare at me, and his eyes scanned through my body. Causing a wave of shivers to flow down my spine.

" Umm. I... uh." I stuttered out, my eyes held tears of horror, my feet trembled unrecognisably and my pulse started to rise.

I could feel the panic creeping up from inside me, I tried to speak again but my mouth, having a mind of its own, remained still . My body was quivering with fear, with tears forming in my eyes as I urged myself to speak but failed miserably. My body remained still, my mouth closed shut.

The King's eyes swam deep with anger, making it downright terrifying to look at, not with the look of irritation visible on his face all because of you.

He tilts his head to the side, watching me with a look of fury still on his face. Slowly, like a predator about to attack his prey, he started making his way toward me.

With every step he took, I took a step back. Moving backwards as he came forward till my back hit the wall. He stopped right in front of me, a hand placed on the wall behind me while the other grabbed hold of my chin, holding onto it tightly.

He moved his head to the side of my neck, his lips almost brushing against my skin till it stopped at my ear, and he whispered, " Aren't you a frightening little thing, so easy to squash? Aspice te trepidantem cum adhuc tibi nihil feci. (Look at you shaking when I haven't done anything to you yet.)"

"Oh... sorry. I mean, I'm sorry, your majesty. I had no idea you would be back early today. I already tidied up the room, and with your permission I would be out of your sight so I won't be a nuisance to you."

His eyes furrowed together, and he gave my face a scan, watching my every reaction.

" I should have finished my chores on time; there is no excuse for my tardiness."

It was silent for a moment with his eyes still on my face while I stood in my spot, afraid to move as I tried not to pee in my pants.

"Weren't you told to clean and leave the room before 12pm? And yet here you are." He broke the silence with the same frightening tone.

" I...was... I'm sorry, your majesty." I pleaded again, knowing there was no excuse I could give then to beg him to have mercy on me.

" Do you think apologising is going to get you out of being punished?" He questioned with a sinister inflection. Though his voice had softened a little, it was still overly intimidating.

I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

Trying to come up with something to say but ended up blank, with nothing to say. I was definitely going to be punished. Elvire had said tardiness means death.

Has my time come? Was I finally living in this disconsolate world?

Even with death knocking at my door, I wanted to uphold my promise to Tatiana the night she saved me from committing suicide.

She made me promise to fight and live, never to get tired of fighting.

Was it my promise to her that was my reason to live, or was I being a coward in the face of death?

I took in a deep breath, murmuring a soft cry. " I'm sorry; please don't hurt me," I pleaded with teary eyes, staring into his ocean blue eyes , begging for him to let this incident go.

A frown graced his face as he looked into my blurry eyes. I could have sworn I saw a trace of sympathy for only a second before his face hardened again.

" Leave."

My legs stood still even after his command, glancing at him with wide eyes. Was he really letting me go with getting punished?

Or was this a ploy of his, pretending to let me go so he can hunt me down for fun?

" Didn't you hear what I said? Leave..." He growls, his eyes turning fearsomely red.

Those familiar red eyes that I had seen before, the first day I came to clean the room.

Not pondering on it, I ran past him, picking up my cleaning supplies, and ran out of the room, down the stairs.

When I got to the last stair, I struggled to catch my breath, my body still shaking due to fear of having seen the king.

It was true what they said about him. He could really bring a man to his knees with just his gaze, yet I felt thankfully that he had let me go without any punishment.

There was no way I could go through that ordeal; it was best I did everything to avoid him. He might not be generous next time.