Deimos tapped a gloved finger against his desk impatiently as his Royal Advisor droned on and on about useless affairs of state. His crimson eyes nearly bore a hole through the door as he stared at it, his jaw clenched as his irritation was made apparent on cruel, handsome features. His maidservant shifted uncomfortably, keeping her wide, brown eyes downcast and focused on the patterning of her black mary janes, feeling cold sweet beading at her neck. She had just set his noon tea on his desk, making sure everything was heated and arranged to his exact requirements. He glanced at the tea cup, already filled with two fingers of whiskey, as he had specified, and gestured for the maidservant to fill the cup. Swallowing hard, she breathed deeply through her nose and, placing her hand on the handle and another on the spout, made sure she carefully poured the English Breakfast tea 3/4ths full, careful not to spill a single drop. The tension from everyone except the relaxed, cruel prince was palpable until she finished, letting a small sigh of relief escape her lips as the task was completed safely and to strict standard. The prince, with just a single wave of his hand, indicated that she may go. She bowed, and turned to make her exit, swallowing hard as she passed where you were seated, careful not to catch your eye, either. It wasn't fair! You weren't the cruel, villainous type the rumors said you were, and yet the maids and servants seemed as cautious of you as they were of the tyrannical prince.