The prince waved me away with his hand. "Alright. I'm getting tired of staying in these filthy clothes. You will help bathe me."
I frowned. "Why can't you wash yourself?"
The prince tilted his head with a smirk. "Because I'm a prince, and I said so."
I glared at him. "What are you going to do if I refuse?"
The prince casually rose to his feet, and he walked to me. A faint cold smile curled on his lips as he said, low and mysteriously, "I don't keep a toy that's not very obedient, disobeying at every turn."
He tilted his head with a smile. "Since you've caused me nothing but trouble since coming here, you might as well take this as a punishment."
Witnessing his body getting closer to mine with his red, menacing eyes, I took a step back subconsciously.
The prince smirked, like a cat amused with a cornered mouse.
