Silas’s POV
When I said that, I knew Lysander would understand. But then, he suddenly left from there without even looking back. And from his expression, it was clear that he was mad at .
But why? I did explain why he shouldn’t hold my hand. So why did he get mad? Just because of this small reason? Still, I was not in the energy to run after him, to coax him. That’s why Orian and I left from there.
"Why didn’t you run after Lysander? He was looking upset."
Orian said, once we stepped into the room. That’s what I’m thinking—why didn’t Orian ask anything? But he stopped himself all the way from the yard to the room. He asked when we ca inside.
"Well, I don’t have any energy right now. And I can coax him later. I will just hold his hand and he will be happy. And I don’t think this is sothing that he should be upset about. If I just told him not to hold my hand."
"You are right, but... you know, he was happy when he held your hand, and you upset him just by saying that—don’t hold my hand. Just imagine, if you did this and they told you not to, how would you feel?"
I didn’t think straight when I was out there, but when Orian is telling right now, I think I ssed up. I just ssed up everything. I told that to Lysander. He must be really feeling upset right now.
"Then you take a rest, I will go and see him. How is he?"
Well, I also wanted to take rest, but since I don’t have any other choice, I’ll go and see how he is feeling—if he’s upset or not. I will have to give up on my rest. Orian nods, and I left the room.
As I ca out, the whole hallway was very silent. It’s not like there was noise before, but this silence is quite sothing. I am not able to digest it.
Because it’s impossible to have this much silence, like there is no one in this palace. Or am I having an illusion right now? I don’t know. I’m tired. That’s why I’m thinking all these rubbish things.
But wait, I don’t know the rooms of those four. But they must still be in the yard, that’s why I left the palace. And I saw there was no one in the yard. I looked around and still didn’t find anyone.
I guess they all must be tired too. That’s why they have gone into their own rooms. Let’s just ask soone. Thinking this, when I stepped into the palace again, I saw one servant coming toward .
"Excuse , can you tell where Lysander’s room is?"
This servant was an Oga. When I asked, he scanned from head to toe, like he just wanted to know if I was a servant or so noble. Still, I just smiled.
"His Highness went to take a rest, and he said that no one should disturb him," the servant said.
"I asked where his room is. Don’t tell unnecessary things."
From his tone, it was clear that he was telling to piss off, saying that Lysander is resting and he said no one is allowed—aning I am also not allowed.
"I don’t know where you are coming from, but listen. There is no place for you here. I have seen many Ogas like you who roam around our princes so that they can notice them."
Well, it’s been only two or three days since we started dating. And only one day since we ca here. So, of course, no one knows about . Only a few servants must know. But all the servants and the whole pack—they don’t know anything about and the relationship between us. So, I think it’s ti to announce who I am.
I glared into his eyes while taking a step closer to him. Even if he is their servant, I don’t care. Who dares to talk to in this tone? I won’t leave them that easily.
"Apologize to right now," I asked in a calm tone.
"Why would I apologize to a bitch like you, who just ca here to get fucked by Alphas?"
I couldn’t control my temper hearing this. I just raised my hand and slapped him on his cheek. As I did, he slightly bent down and was about to fall, but he didn’t. He glared at back. His eyes were teary. There were marks of my fingerprints on his cheek.
"How dare you raise your hands against !"
Then he raised his hand. As he did, I quickly grabbed it—because how dare he try to hit ? But then suddenly, he fell down and hit his head on the ground, which caused him to bleed.
I couldn’t understand, because it was not who had pushed him. I just grabbed his hand, and he suddenly fell down and smacked his head on the ground—like why?
But just then... "What the hell is happening here?"
I heard shouting from behind . I flinched because of the shouting, because I was not paying attention to who was behind . But by that voice, I knew who it was. It was Lysander. I turned around, and Lysander was indeed standing there.
Lysander stepped toward us and stood there. He was looking at that servant and then at , and there was still rage on his face.
"Silas, why did you hit my servant?" he asked. But his tone—it was so cold, like he was talking to so stranger.
"It was your servant who was running his mouth, and I didn’t hit him that much. He fell down on his own."
Just then, that servant suddenly looked at Lysander and grabbed Lysander’s feet by getting on his knees.
"Your Highness, please forgive . It was not his fault. He just asked to et you. And I told him, as you had told , that no one is allowed to et you. But when I said that, he started to hit out of frustration and said that he’s going to tell you I cursed him. I told him so many bad things. I disrespected him."
That servant was sobbing like I had nearly killed him. When in fact, I only slapped him—and here he is lying in broad daylight. Wow!
I know Lysander is not a fool. He is not going to believe it.
"When I said that no one is allowed to et , I didn’t an him. Now go and treat your wounds."
When Lysander said that, the servant’s face was like—This is unexpected! And he... stood up and left from there! Because he didn’t have any other choice.
As he leaves, I glance at Lysander and notice he was glaring at . Still, ignoring that, I was smiling at him.
"Lysander, great you have co here... I want to apologize to you ’cause of what happened a while ago."
"Silas... I know you are a prince in your pack, but you have no right to bully our servants who have been loyal to us all these years."
As his words reach my ears, I was shocked, ’cause I didn’t expect him to say sothing like this. His eyes were glaring at , a disgusting look was on his face—like he was looking at his enemy or sothing.
And did he think I was bullying that servant? He didn’t even ask what had happened or why I hit that servant. I know all the servants are loyal to them, but shouldn’t he teach them to be loyal to his partner too?
"Lysander, do you even realize what you are saying?" I said.
"Silas! Do you think you can behave with us the way you want? And when I only grabbed your hand, you told not to. Say it directly—if you don’t like , why pretend to like ?"
I looked around, hearing him. "Are you out of your mind? Why would you even think sothing like that?"
"So, you do love ?" Lysander said, and suddenly he grabbed by my shoulders and slamd my face against the wall, pressing himself from behind .
"Lysander, what the hell are you doing? Let go!"
"You said you like , so you shouldn’t have any problem with my touch, right? And you were here to apologize to , right? Then let f*ck you and I will forgive you."
What the hell is he saying? He wants to force himself on , which I am not liking at all. But if I push him away now, he will feel more upset. But I don’t care anymore. That’s why I hit his stomach with my elbow to push him back, but as I did, his hand—which was grabbing my head—slamd my head against the wall with full force.
Love is one thing, and what he is doing now is another. That’s why I grabbed the vase that was placed beside us and broke that vase on Lysander’s head—which made him bleed, just like .
I was panting heavily ’cause he was releasing his pheromones too much. I grabbed the table, but then I heard—
"Lysander!"
Hearing that, when I looked to my right side, it was Lysander’s parents who were standing there.
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