Chapter 23
Greyson’s POV
My mind slowly came onto and the last feeling of sleep ebbed, but there was something strange here. Or rather something was missing.
My eyes flipped open and I realized what was missing-
Freya was yet to come into my room. I had given an order for her to be bere every morning before I woke up to pull the curtains apart and begin cleaning the room:
In truth, it had happened once when she cleaned the room while I was still sleeping and it had been the most pleasant for me, waking up to her intoxicating scent tickling my nose had been blissful so I had made it into an order.
Now that she wasn’t here, I truly felt like something was missing
Sighing heavily, I moved to sit up on the bed, swinging my legs off it and slipping my feet into the bedroom slippers at the bottom of the bed. Seems like I might have to punish someone again.”
The events of the previous day flooded into my mind and I ran a hand through my hair to get it to stop throbbing.
I had seen Freya’s movement become sloppy from the moment she had entered the room and had taken in the sight of the large men sitting around the table, my first thought had been that she had been scared and intimidated.
But it began to get worse and worse, with her tray trembling badly as a result of her shaky fingers. The last thing that I expected though was that she would let go the tray at the exact moment that she had gotten to me and would have let it’s contents pour onto my body.
Tremors of irritation had wracked through my frame and the wetness of my pants had been difficult to bear plus the sight of my officials watching the scene closely and silently judging the incompetence of my handmaiden pumped more anger into my veins.
Freya’s pleading had gotten to me surprisingly, especially since it was her first mistake since she had gotten here. Whenever I gave an instruction she followed every detail of it till it reached perfection.
She was fast and meticulous when it came to her chores and I had never had to complain about any of it.
My biggest fear at the auction that had prevented me from initially purchasing her and proved to be nothing at the end of the day because Freya never let her daughter get in the way of her work.
The younger girl must have been used to her mother working because she was usually well behaved and patiently waiting for her mother to finish whatever chore she had at hand, whenever I saw her.
Freya too had put in the efforts to make sure her daughter always looked neat and presentable and she was quiet at all times. I had been impressed with the discovery.
So when the green eyed maid had begun to plead, claiming her actions to be a mistake I was moved to let her off the hook, but the look that had painted the faces of the officials around the room and the wetness of the liquid on my pants as it settled drove me to the wall.
And once had started, I knew I had to complete it. I had not seen her for the rest of the day after the punishment even when it was time for dinner which she was supposed to serve bu 1 decided to cut her some slack.
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Chapter 23
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The least I had expected this morning was a remorseful maid doing her best to get back into my good books again by presenting herself early enough to begin her chores. Starting with pulling open my curtains.
1 I sighed heavily, moving to stretch out my strained muscles, it had been really busy with activities lately and I knew that 1 needed more rest.
Moving to the window I pulled apart the big drapes and the beautiful sight of my garden below made a ghost of a smile paint my lips.
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