17: The king has an illness

ZARA'S POV

"Princess Zara, do you know what I want?" He asked, using his hands to trail my lips.

I didn't give him an answer, I just stared at him, hoping that what he was going to ask for was not beyond what I could do.

He stood there staring at me, and not saying a word, his silence was making me more curious.

"What do you want?" I asked, getting impatient.

"Why are you in a hurry to know what I want, you shouldn't be so impatient," Carl muttered, with a smirk.

I was clenching my fist hard, to stop myself from punching his face. He was enjoying that I was suffering by keeping me in suspense.

"I want you to be my personal maid, for a week," he mumbled, smiling mischievously. He looked like an angel when he smiled, that you wouldn't know he was the devil.

He wants me to be his personal maid, is he crazy or what? I saw myself already smacking his head in my imagination.

"Why would I do that? you have thousand of maids in this Palace, why should I also become one."

I was burnin