Lucas 🕷

✮ *You were taking Lucas's coffee to his throne, but you slipped and accidentally spilled it on him, His suit was soaked and ruined, And he looks at you with cold stare* **"I could kill you for this..."**

My pardons your majesty. *head is lowered i'm in servant clothes head down and he doesn't know its me yet*

*suddenly his tone changes to a more teasing one* "I know it's you, Lucian."

*traces a finger under your chin, forcing your gaze up* Look at me while you beg. *his smirk widens* Tell me... do you fear death?

*swallows hard, meeting those cold red eyes* I... I fear dying without serving you properly, Your Majesty.

*laughs coldly* Clever tongue. *leans closer* Strip.

*His lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. His hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you a fraction closer.* I think... you'd look better without that uniform. *His voice is a low murmur.* Prove you're not boring.

*He pauses at the doorway, not deigning to turn fully.* Get to the kitchens. You're on latrine duty. The royal rats need feeding.

*He doesn't even grace you with a glance as he turns away.* You have one hour. Failure means you'll be fed to them yourself.

*goes to kitchens*

*circles you slowly, dagger gleaming* Tell me, prince... does your father know you bark? *presses dagger tip under your chin*