The days have gone by fairly quickly; master avoids me like the plague and vice versa, the king got him to remove the tracking device from my ankle and I've been bored. Ridiculously bored... Which is why I couldn't help myself from making one of the worst mistakes of my life...
I was staring out the window in my room when I heard a a loud thud. I knew it was my master and therefore it was none of my business but I just couldn't stop myself from investigating. 'Curiosity killed the cat', my subconscious told me. 'And then satisfaction brought it back.' I argued as I quietly pushed open the large mahogany door, unfazed by it's intimidating size. I slowly crept over the large black carpet that adorned the floor. It was surprisingly soft and fluffy and it tickled my bare feet. I expected it to be coarse and prickly, like sandpaper or a cactus, at least it could explain why my master always walked around sulking like he had a stick up his bum.
I heard the sound again and it came from the bathroom, I followed it again like the fool I was. My heart was out of control and I was shaking so hard I struggled to knock on the door.
"Fuck off!" Master angrily yelled.
"But I need to... Unclog the sink..." I lied, unsure of why I had gone there in the first place.
"Just go, Jamaica, I'm really not in the mood to deal with you right now." He sounded much calmer this time and I took this as my cue to walk in.
He looked drained. Defeated even, his eyes were black and I hoped that that was better than red. Dark circles hung from his lifeless eyes, dark scruff powered his jaws telling me he hadn't shaved in a while and his hair was a floppy mess.
"What the fuck!? Get out!" He shouted before turning to the wall and smashing it with his large fist.
"I-I just want to help." I mumbled, glad I finally had a proper cover up.
"Help who? Me?" He said as he chuckled. It wasn't his usual menacing chuckle and he wasn't mocking me or anything like that either. I couldn't quite place my finger on what vibe he was giving me but I didn't like it. It was foreign territory.
"Yes...?" I said it like a question because I wasn't sure whether he was still mad or not.
"I don't need your help." He stubbornly muttered.
"But the King told me differently..."
"He doesn't know anything!" The tone of his voice tugged at my heart and did evil things to me. He sounded so broken, so angry, so hurt... I didn't like the fact that he made me feel bad for him without even knowing why I felt that way in the first place. It wouldn't hurt to comfort the the bastard just once... Would it?
"I heard somewhere that it hurts less if you share your problem..." I said, taking a few steps closer. Master shot me a sharp glare but I wasn't going to cower away.
"So you think that just because my father gave you some words of encouragement means that you're now my fucking therapist?"
"No. I think that its time to face your demons..." I softened my voice as if speaking to a child. "I can even help you." I'm really going to get beaten today...
I was shocked to see that the Prince looked like he was actually considering my proposal.
"Okay." he finalised after what felt like an eternity of just looking at each other.
"Okay?"
"For god's sake, yes!"
I didn't want to admit that I was happy that he caved so easily and that I could learn a few things about him if I played all my cards right but I was. I actually had to fight a smile off my face. He turned away from me, giving me his back and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked unhappy with what he saw, I couldn't blame him. He looked like he got hit by a bus multiple times. Helping him is the right thing to do even though he is an awful person. I told myself this so many times within the short time we spent in that bathroom and it wasn't just because I was bored and needed something to do but also because I was having second thoughts.
I then decided to take a chance and hug him from behind. When he tensed, I started to let go but he surprised me again by grabbing my wrists and pulling me to him.
"Jamaica?" Master solemnly called. Again, he tugged at my heart in evil ways causing me to rest my head on the toned muscles of his back and sigh.
"Hmmm?"
"Don't fuck up..." he warned softly.
"Pardon?"
"I just mean don't ruin this." He whispered as if whatever alliance we had just formed was so fragile that speaking too loudly or too fast would sever the ties. As if I was more likely to break this thin sheet of ice we had called a truce than he was.
"I'll try not to." I replied honestly
"I..." He began but stopped hinself. "Me too..." Master replied instead. I swear, Dimitri, you better not be playing with me right now.
"What happened to you?" I mumbled.
"Many things... I can't sleep anymore..."
"Why can't you sleep?"
"I dream of someone." Master sounded distant and miserable. He was suddenly nothing like the abusive, destructive monster I knew so well.
"Can you tell me who this person is?" I prodded but he shook his head in response indicating that he didn't want to tell me.
"Okay..." I replied in understanding.
"Come to bed with me..." The Prince whispered. I froze. It was a trap, wasn't it?!
"Ummm, I don't know if that's wise..."
"I did not mean it like that but I believe you are right." I hated how sad he looked but I wasn't going to sleep in the same bed with him. He was still that same man who murdered Amelia.
"I need to go get ready for bed. Goodnight and try get some rest." I mumbled as I slowly untangled myself from him and instantly regretted it because I missed the warmth of his body. What the frick, Jamaica. He used his gentle voice and asked if you could spend the night with him because he gets nightmares and you're already melting??? No, no and no. I was better than that. I had a purpose and sympathising with this man, I had decided, was not it. Screw his glassy eyed expression and needy demeanour.
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I sat awake in my bed for hours, trying to understand what had just gone down between my master and I but I ended up with nothing. My door was then slowly opened and my master appeared. I sighed. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"Master, are you okay?"
"I dreamt of her. The bitch won't leave me alone."
"I'm sorry." I said and patted a place next to me on my bed. The Prince made his way over to my bed, took off his shirt and slid under the covers. Oh my god. He then took my hand and placed it over his chest. His heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode.
"Is hasn't beat this fast in a long time." He mused, his tone of voice genuine but distant.
"Ummm..." I struggled to find words, I was touching a man in a way I never had before. Warm, smooth skin wildly thudding underneath my timid palm. I pulled it away from under his larger, calloused palm.
"Are you scared of me?" He asked as looked at me through the dim light. "It sounds like you're going to have a heart attack."
"Not really... I'm not afraid."
"Okay." I had to fight to keep suspicion from clouding my judgement.
"You want me to hold you again?"
"I think so..." He sighed. He turned and gave me his back. He wants to be the little spoon? I wrapped my arm around him and tried to find a good position to put my other one.
"Like this?" I questioned.
"Yeah, I think so..."

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