Command for Obedience

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•Y/N: Your Name

•E/C: Eye Color

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King Noah's POV:
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Frustrated, I run both hands through the sea of blue locks upon my head whilst pacing the floor of my chambers. Outside are my handmaidens waiting to bathe me, but I refused their entry. I don't care if I am smothered with blood; I don't want their touch, only Y/N's. I'm going mad. After this morning's commotion, my head has been torn up all over the place.

I have watched this girl for so long now. She is not stupid, and yet, she keeps denying me, regardless of what I do. Ever since the engagement alone, I have killed a handful of people over her, and she had raised my anger numerous times as well, though I have tried to prepare pleasant activities for us. She keeps defying my orders and tipping me over the edge. My patience is too thin for her to be acting out as such, and what I did to her earlier was proof of that.

I don't have control of my anger, and it has driven me to lay my hands on her like that. I fear I may snap as father did, and that is the one thing I want to avoid. I don't want to kill her, and I certainly don't want to... I shudder, feeling ill. I would never put that pain on her. She thinks she's suffering now, well, I have felt worse. She hasn't the faintest idea of the things I've gone through, the things I've had to undergo that no child should ever. Why is it that the things she does keep driving me towards that dreadful path I want no part in?

I pondered if my situation relates to the one that dreadful night when mother was killed. Had she done something so awful to make father hurt her like that, or was it the way I've been viewing it, where he was simply insane? Perhaps it is both. Regardless, I will always side with mother when it comes to that sickening man. My head ached with all these thoughts, my brain riddled with exhaustion. I had to sit down. The bed was closest, so I paid no mind to the sheets I've now stained red. The maids will wash it later. I just needed a few minutes to breathe. If I didn't feel filthy before, I do now, especially after recalling... I grit my teeth in anger and huff.

'That's it, I've waited long enough. I need to see her now.' It has been an hour since my little fit. Surely, things have cooled down a little. Feeling calmer myself, I got up and opened the door to be met with the whispering women in lavender dresses. They silenced immediately, and the head handmaiden went to speak, likely about the state of my bath, but I held up a hand, causing her to shut her mouth immediately. All of them take a step back after noting the irritation on my face and bowed their heads.

"You are not needed. Y/N alone will bathe me today. You're dismissed." They showed no resistance and left my sight after bowing one last time. Now, if only the farm girl was still so obedient. No matter. She'll learn with time, and I'll make sure of that. I continue my way to the room next door before locking eyes with the guard standing to the left of the entrance.

"Clear the body and summon a maid to clean the mess." The male gives a curt nod before I shift my gaze onto the other man in armor standing to the right of the door. "As for you, find someone who'll install bars on her windows. I won't take any chances. No one but me gets in or out, understood?" Those windows in that room, they have already been fitted with thick glass, but that does not mean they're impossible to break. A few hard whacks with a chair and who knows what might happen?

The woman is close to suicidal. I'm sure she'll try anything, especially now. I'll be sure to check on her frequently, though I am relieved she has not tried such a tactic yet. Perhaps she still has hope she'll escape me? How laughable. I received nod from that guard as well, so I take out my key and unlock the door.

They did not hesitate to do my bidding as soon as it was open. There was no need for them to guard her door anyways, not when I'm in the room with her. I'm fully capable of catching her if she attempts to run. I scan the room but do not see her, though the bathroom is closed, so I assume she's in there. I shake my head and take a deep breath to steady myself before straightening out and knocking.

"Y/N," I called firmly, though I tried not to sound so upset with her. I got no response, which ticked me off, but still, I speak steadily. I had nearly choked her to unconsciousness. Her silence felt reasonable. "I'll enter on the count of five. This door better be unlocked." Perhaps that came out a bit harsh? Oh well. I know she wouldn't open the door for me without some sort of underlying threat. Again, no response.

"Five, four..." I listened for movement on the other side of the door, but heard nothing— No footsteps or shuffling, not even sobbing. This made me panic just slightly as I kept counting. "Three, two..." Nothing. Absolutely nothing. What is she doing in there? "I'm coming in." Wasting no time, I opened that door and stepped inside. I was glad I didn't have to break it down. I close the door behind me after noticing the figure in the tub. No water filled it, only her curled form, which trembled greatly. I sighed and walked closer.

"Not a very good hiding place, is it?" I joke, though my lips formed a straight line. She did not say anything to me. I crouch by the tub, trying to see her face, but it was covered by her arms. "Come now, you can't stay in here all morning. Perk your head up." If possible, her body tightened itself, which made me huff and stand. "You might be my future wife, farm girl, but you did accept my request as my personal maid, did you not? I will not relinquish that title until you are officially mine, so you will do as I say. You will get up and you will come with me." I reached a hand out to touch her, but the moment it made contact, she slapped the arm away. I narrowed my eyes at this, while she lifted her head to reveal red and puffy eyes.

"What in God's name is wrong with you? You can't simply toss a dead person into my room and expect me to be fine with it some time later! Do you have any idea what you are putting me through?" She shouted in a hoarse voice before clearing her throat. I clench my jaw to keep from yelling back at her. Arguing will resolve nothing right now. She'll only retaliate harder.

"Do not mistake me for a blind man. I assure you, I'm aware, but you won't stop resisting. I have warned you, farm girl. These are simply the results of your own actions." My words seemed to infuriate her further.

"I resist because I want nothing to do with you! You are a horrid man and a horrid king! I wish you were dead! You understand nothing of how I feel! You are just a cruel man— No! You are no man, you are a monster! A horrible beast with no heart or compassion!" Her tears start falling again as her words came out in broken sobs. Then, her breath caught in her throat.

Perhaps it was the look on my face that frightened her so? She is wrong. It isn't that I don't understand— I do. I am mad, yes, mad as a hatter, and that is what made this so difficult. I am cursed with this madness because of my own pain and suffering, but I am trying, regardless of her being unable to see it. I have kept myself from doing far worse things to her, even when in my fits of rage. It is her persistence that makes me so irrational. No matter how she tries to twist it, that is the truth. Had she just behaved herself and did as she was told, she'd not be sulking in this tub. I would've been pleasant with her instead of backing her into walls. I've had enough of this disobedience.

"Call me heartless all you'd like, my orders are the same. Get up, you will be bathing me this morning, and I want to hear no complaints. As a matter of fact, I don't want to hear you speak at all unless I'll be pleased by your words. My day has been soured enough. I've had a foul night's sleep because of this little incident."

"And, if I refuse?" Her eyes narrow in challenge, and I shoot her the same look.

'Very well. If she wants to keep this hatred towards me, I'll use it to my advantage.' Even though I had this thought, I still paused in hesitance before saying,

"Then, I'll become as nasty as you think me to be— Starting by taking you here and now. Don't think I'll feel guilt towards it either. It'll be your decision what happens here," I spoke firmly, my voice low, as I leaned in closer to the stunned woman in the tub. "Don't expect me to be gentle either." She shuddered in disgust, and it took everything in me not to do the same. I don't blame her reaction in the slightest. This was an empty threat, but I doubt she saw it as such. I would never do such a thing to her. In any other circumstance, I would've threatened her very life but that is exactly what she would've wanted, death, and I refuse to bestow it upon her. This was the only leverage I had left, seeing as threatening to kill other people has not stopped her from disobeying me. Gulping, Y/N gave a trembling nod while leaning away from me.

"F- Fine," she squeaks in a meek voice as she slowly crawled out of the tub, while I stood straight in relief, but it did not show on my face.

"Good." The farm girl's head hung low, trying to hide her frustration from me, but her shaking fists gave her away. My eyes travel up from her hands to her face as I step closer. Her muscles tensed because of our closeness, and when I held her jaw, I could feel her teeth were clenched. The anger in her eyes is clouded by fear, likely because of my threat. Truthfully, it made me sick, but my expression remains neutral.

"And, this time, keep those pretty eyes of yours open. As cute as your shyness is, I want you to get over it. You have been my bather for how long now?" She moved her head away from my hand, a look of disturbance on her countenance. I ignore the act of defiance and turn my heel, knowing she'd follow me out of the bathroom.

There was a moment where she paused at the sight of a maid in dark blue cleaning up the blood of that red-headed swine. She watched, petrified, with tears in her eyes, which made me stop too. Briefly, I looked over to the bed to find Weston lying there, sleeping. With this morning's commotion, I had completely forgotten he was in here, but I suppose I could leave him, since he seems content. I turn back to Y/N and block her view of the blood, snapping her out of it.

I take her by the arm gently before guiding her out. I'm pretty sure that was the first time she was grateful of something I've done. We make a quick stop in my chambers for a change of clothes before continuing a little ways down the hall to my personal bathroom. I am certain to lock the door behind us before giving her the order to undress me. A glare cold as ice followed each individual button of my bloodied, pale blue nightshirt as they were undone with trembling fingers. As the fabric slid off my shoulders, those E/C jewels landed on a particular object dangling by a chain around my neck that rested near center of my chest. At that, my lips pulled into a smirk.

"Stare all you'd like. I'm afraid that this will be staying on." I twirl the chain to tempt her into grabbing the key that would gain her her freedom. How amusing it would be for her to reach out to take it only for me to pull it back at the last second. She wanted to. There was no question about that. It was written all over her face. How could I not laugh?

"You are so predictable, darling; I find it so charming, but you must hop to it. No doubt, that water is freezing by now. You better exchange it with warm water before you continue." The farm girl remains silent, formulating a plan no doubt, as she stepped away from me. However, I quickly caught onto her plan as she set the water's temperature too high. The tub was already filling up with steam. How petty. Standing behind her, I placed my hand over the one resting on the knob and force her to change it to a somewhat cooler setting.

"Now, now, be nice. I'm not in a cheery enough mood for your tricks." My eyes stung, overcome with exhaustion, but I would not be able to go back to sleep. On top of being so rudely woken far too early for my tastes, the stress from the intruder and the farm girl has worn me out. Perhaps I could change parts of my schedule today and get some rest later? For the moment, I'll enjoy the bath given to me by my soon-to-be bride. Once the water was fit to bathe in, she faced me with an expression of dread, mentally preparing herself for the next course of action. How adorable.

"Don't look so frightened. I'm not going to bite." Still, she made no motion to remove the remaining article of clothing. "I assure you, so long as you don't try anything, you'll be fine. Must I guide your hands for you?" That seemed to do the trick. Teeth sunk into her lower lip as she undid the top button, and I found myself gnawing at my own at the sight of the inexperienced girl stalling to remove my pants.

I adore how squeamish she is and that anxious look on her face. Her eyes glanced up at me in uncertainty, and nearly, I had bursted out laughing. My face had heated, though, and I could not hide the upward turn of my lips. My heart was beating so loud, like thunder in an intense storm, as I nod for her to continue.

"Eyes open," I remind with a slightly larger grin. The woman grumbles something under her breath, counting to three before swiftly lowering my pants. She never broke eye contact, allowing me to see her embarrassment clear as day. It was a look that filled my gut with butterflies. I had only seen her face so red when I had pulled her into my bath. I laugh, naturally, as she turned away from me.

"My, how you amuse me, farm girl." I wanted to see that expression again, that bright red face and eyes so wide. I simply adore that look. My desire leads me to carelessly approach her, and with each advance, she stepped backwards to avoid me. I pursue her with wide grin of amusement as her face flushed and eyes skittered about anywhere but my form. Her shyness made me want to toy with her more. "Oh, I have a marvelous idea. Why don't you join me in the tub? I know you enjoyed the last time I dragged you in." My darling's eyes enlarged with fear, which brought me back to my senses right as I reached her, trapping her against the wall.

"I- I- I've already bathed. I have no need for one," she counters, forcing herself to be polite after my prior threat. I'm sure my current state of dress — or lack thereof — implanted all sorts of lewd thoughts and frightful ideas into her head. I've stepped too far without even realizing it. I merely wanted to see more of that delightful expression on her face. Regardless, I maintain a smirk. One last tease as payment for her disobedience should suffice. I lean forward towards her ear, stationing my hands on her hips, which makes her jump.

"Look at you, as fearful as a rabbit under the paws of a lion." I catch a quiver from her lips as I raise a hand up her back, careful not to press myself against her as I lifted her jaw to meet my entertained gaze. "It was merely a joke." In an instant, that fear turned to anger as her eyes narrowed. Her face was as warm as ever, filled with the most delightful blush.

"What sort of a sick joke is that?" she croaks. I could feel her rapid pulse as my fingers traveled down from her chin over her throat ever so slightly.

"My sick joke," I retort, a pleased smile resting on my lips as I kissed hers lovingly for a brief moment before leaving her there, absolutely dumbfounded. As I turned away, I pressed two fingers to my lips, reveling in the slight tingle that stimulated them. Hers were so plush, I was reluctant to pull away, but to linger would've frightened her more. Besides, I'd like to take my bath before the water chills again. "Shall we continue, then?"

Waiting no further I enter the water and melt into the liquid, noting it smells strongly of mint today. It is perhaps one of my favorite scents next to coconut. The girl remains against the wall until she finally snapped back into reality and silently got to work. I was patient, more than content with sitting in the warm water as she collected herself. When at last her fingers touched my hair to lather in the lavender-honey shampoo, my body jolted. Immediately after, I relaxed fully under the euphoric sensation, reminded of the times she had comforted me in bed, waking me with such gentle motions.

"My, your fingers feel lovely," I slur out absentmindedly with half-hooded eyes, which later close. My body sunk deeper into the tub somewhat as I enjoyed myself. Y/N seemed repulsed by my compliment, but did not say a word about it. This brought a smile to my lips. At long last, she obeyed a command: not speaking without having something pleasant to say.

In the future, though, I do hope she will come around. It would be nice to hear her say something nice for a change. I wonder what she would say in compliment to me? Perhaps she'd adore my looks, like many other women I've encountered, comment on how soft and smooth my skin feels under her fingertips, tell me that she'd stand at my side and love me till the end of her days. I nearly laugh at the notion. Improbable, with how things are currently, but still, it is a nice dream.

It has only been a few days since the engagement. I'm sure I'll come up with some way to get this to work. Firstly, I'll have to focus on getting her to obey my commands. I have to make sure she doesn't try to run away or hurt herself. I'll keep attempting to be kinder and hold back my temper. No doubt that'll be difficult, but...

I open my eyes briefly to view her upset face as my lips form a straight line. This isn't easy for me. This isn't the sort of thing I'm used to. I was never interested in finding love, in finding a bride, yet here I am. I don't have much to go off on. My father wasn't exactly a good model on how to treat a person, let alone the woman you love. My emotions are too tangled together, wound into an impossible knot. I am too easily swayed by my anger. I will try to contain it, but even if I do, I know I'll be hearing no such compliments from the lovely farm girl anytime soon.

'How frustrating.'


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