Capítulo 117: Shadow in the darkness
Melina let out a loud choking cough when she entered the room almost stepping back into the bedroom.
She averted her gaze, turning her back to face him as she waited for any instruction from him.
Leon, however seemed unfazed by her reaction. He looked at himself as he dropped the pants on his bed, staring at his underwear that was still intact.
Why was she being dramatic? He wasn't stack naked, he just removed his pants, leaving his undergarments behind.
Melina, however knew Leon had never taken his pants off before. Usually, he would leave it on and bathe that way but this time, it was much worse.
Not only had he removed it but she could also clearly see the shape of his manhood...the same bulge she had touched—no, grabbed indecently.
The last time was even so much better. With his current state, one could not vouch that Melina wouldn't do more that grabbing this time.
"Turn around," Leon ordered her in his superior voice when he noticed she was still backing away.
Melina was shocked by the order but didn't question and did as she was told, now facing the king.
She fought the urge to maintain eye contact with him, not letting her gaze linger elsewhere, especially not on the bulge down there that drew her attention.
She cleared her throat subtly before reminding him, "Your Highness, your bath is ready." Her voice low with embarrassment.
Leon nodded before entering the bathroom and stepping gracefully into the bathtub, immersing himself in the warm water and drenching his dark hair in it, relaxing his nerves.
In truth, these baths were a therapeutic time for him as it gave him the opportunity to think, relax and cool his head of the numerous uncountable responsibilities he had to shoulder.
Leon closed his eyes when Melina placed the sponge on his taut chest, washing with ease and gentleness while glancing seldomly at the peeking manhood that was glaring at her.
It was so disturbing.
She focused more on his broad shoulders and chest before going just a bit lower than his abdomen. She dared not make that mistake again.
She had gotten away with it the last time because of the King's leniency. She doubted it would go well once more.
On the other hand, she had absolutely no idea that this shameless king before her had intentionally removed his pants for that possibility.
Leon's lips curled when Melina's hands etched close to his manhood but his smile soon faltered when she rushed down to his laps, ignoring completely that side of his body like it never even existed.
His jaw clenched when a tingling sensation filled him anytime she brought the sponge close to that area but then she quickly skipped it, creating an undying longing around that region of his body and it was frustrating. He could feel it rising and hardening by the minute.
"Your Highness...please could you sit straight? I want to wash your back." Melina told him when he opened his eyes, glaring at her to her surprise.
However, she didn't say a word about it and just took the soft sponge to his back, scrubbing gently until she was done and he relaxed back, resting his head.
Melina cleaned his body after rinsing the soap off him but it didn't go unnoticed by her, how his 'manhood' seemed to grow bigger as she washed his body and the bare sight made her unsettled.
Heavens! She scrunched her face.
Could the damn thing just sit still and let her work peacefully? Why was it all over the place? She never knew that the male private part could be so unpredictable.
It was twice as bad as the last time because this time, Leon had taken off his pants and left his underwear that was now soaked with water, making her view of his balls even clearer.
As she cleaned his lower body with the towel, Melina yelped, her eyes almost falling out of their sockets when the King's manhood stood straight, staring at her in the face.
She looked at Leon with wide eyes that was in contrast to his current composure.
He closed his eyes, containing his expression with Melina's hands lightly tracing his skin, causing goosebumps all over his body.
It took him all his self-control to not do something stupid— perhaps even unspeakable as he held the edge of the bathtub, suppressing whatever primal instincts wanted to take over.
"Y-y-yo-your Highness..." Melina finally called with trembling voice, pulling Leon from his thoughts as he opened his eyes abruptly at her.
His brows furrowed when he saw the expression of worry plastered on her face and he gave her a questioning look.
"M-might you need some privacy?" She asked softly, looking stressed as she stared back and forth between him and his bulge that now looked scarily hard, making Melina uncomfortable.
Leon's cheeks lightly flushed realizing what he had done.
Goodness! not once did he ever think he would be this shameless.
"Sure, you can leave. I'd take care of the rest." He said and Melina's nervousness reduced as she nodded before standing up almost immediately and darting out of the bathroom.
Her chest heaved with a deep sigh as she only just realized she bad been holding her breath.
After some few minutes, Leon came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping, not thoroughly dried.
He had managed to calm himself down so he wouldn't make the air in the room suffocating for the redhead.
He sat on the chair again like before and Melina helped with his hair again, drying, rubbing with oils and combing before styling it in a simple manner that would let him sleep.
It was another therapeutic round for him as he hummed subconsciously while Melina handled his hair. Then carefully, she helped him slip into his chemise and once he had dismissed her, she ran out of the room, away from his chambers and quarters.
She only felt air enter her lungs when she reached the alleys, flashbacks of the bath etched in her memory.
Was this what she would be coping with for the rest of her lifetime being a personal maid to the king? She didn't like this in any way.
A bit of decency could do for these elites, couldn't it?
It was now dark again as usual with torches lit throughout the hallways.
Melina was drained from a combination of activities she'd done for the day. Despite having her powers, it was utterly useless throughout the day as she dared not used for danger of being discovered.
She walked back to her room in the servants' quarters and rejoiced when Nikita and Leanna, her roommates were not yet there.
Freshening up as quickly as she could, she left the room to go back to the alley again to see Kilgharrah and know why their mind-link had been broken since she cast out the dark magic the previous day.
She picked her torch up and set out once more like she always did, just that this time, she felt a presence...similar to the one she had noticed yesterday, following her.
At first, she paused, believing it was just her being extra vigilant but there was just something about this energy she couldn't shake off.
Frantically, she turned around, her heart skipping a beat as she scanned her surroundings in alarm. She couldn't mistake this feeling.
Something—someone was watching her.
When she waited for a while but she could still sense that presence, she decided to change her direction.
She suddenly turned around to another corridor, not wanting to take such a risk.
She knew the dragoness was not something a lot of people were aware of. Ignoring any danger lurking around her visit to Kilgharrah could put her in serious trouble she was not aiming for at the moment.
In fact, she wanted nothing to do such trouble.
She took a turn eastward, still holding the torch but looking behind occasionally, then she saw two guards stationed at the east wing.
She turned around again, not liking the situation as she could still feel that presence.
What did the person want? Was this some other paranormal activity, perhaps a side effect of her magic? She wondered.
Suddenly, she came up with the good idea to cloak her self and she tightened her hold on the touch before whispering the words.
Then it happened. She knew so because she could no longer see her shadow on the ground. She had managed to cloak the touch too which would make it easy for her to navigate her way to her room.
Yet, she could still feel this lingering gaze.
She stopped and looked over her shoulders for any signal of who it was. However, she saw no one.
whip of shadow that alerted her she looked at the wall in front of her with pale face.
The moving shadow strode in calculated steps, his silhouette could be clearly seen on the wall, right behind her.
Melina felt fear creep into her as she whipped her head behind to see who was giving her the jumpscare but she didn't see anyone.
The place was eerie quiet like no one but her was there.
She navigated through with her torch, a bead of sweat formed on her forehead.
"Who's there?" She asked, trying to sound tough as she continued pointing the torch in every direction.
"Come out now!" Her voice thundered in the intense silence.
She looked behind her again and yelped when the shadow came forth again just standing there in the darkness.
What the hell?
If she was cloaked and her shadow had disappeared, how could this person still see and follow her?
She tried to speak again but her words were choked as she moved back slowly, seeing the muscular figure in the shadow of the wall approach her like she was there.
Without a second thought, she took to her heels, leaving that corridor and just as she entered the next corridor, she bumped hard into someone, their forehead colliding as she jumped and screamed before moving back to see the person's face.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Are you okay, miss?" The person asked her and her eyes widened on seeing him.
She looked at his dress and stature, similar to the shadow she had seen earlier.
"Telma..." Her voice trailed, remembering his name.
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