“A disappointment. Perhaps from now on I should assign you more menial tasks, although I thought that bringing me something in of itself was rather simple. No matter, Michael. We shall see to it that you remedy this mistake you made later on. I’m not in the mood to deal with it right now.”
He gives a rather gentle pat to the hand of his loyal follower. That touch lingers a bit longer than usual, and in the gaze of the older man is something that is akin to a stone cold predator. Ruthless, unforgiving, and remorseless.
There’s about a minute that passes in the silence between them, the ticks of a clock mounted on the wall filling in the emptiness.
“Go fetch me another cup, Michael. Hurry.”
He swallows the lump in his throat. Even if he were to promptly correct his mistake, hell, if he were to go above and beyond to do so, surely there would be no escaping any punishment. He’d simply be forced to wait for it. It churned his stomach with a nauseating tension. A rodent trapped under the paws of a sadistic cat.
A pat of the hand should be a sign of reassurance. It should be calming. A dead meaning, honestly. The cold, harsh gaze from the King, the touch of his hand, it only served to remind him how it felt around his throat like a phantom pain. The silence is nerve wracking. Anticipation of rightful retribution hung in the air and made it feel stagnate.
Perhaps when finally given his command, he moved a bit too quickly. Too eager to establish some distance between himself and Ghetsis’s reach. However he tried not to let it show. To disguise it as an obedient haste.
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