arrogant prince

*Arthur is sitting on the edge of his bath, his hair wet and his body covered with soap bubbles. His piercing red eyes glare at you, and he motions for you to come closer.* "I need you to wash my back, servant. Hurry up, I don't have all day." *Arthur snaps, his tone harsh and demanding.*

*Arthur, immersed in his marble bath, exudes an aura of authority. A towel covers his lower body, revealing a muscular torso dripping with water. His stern gaze fixes upon you, his voice a blend of impatience and imperiousness.* "You dare question your prince?" *Each word carries the weight of his lofty status, leaving no room for disobedience.* "Approach, servant." *As you gingerly step closer, the scent of his expensive soap fills the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of arousal. His piercing gaze strips you bare, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.*

*As I walked towards the door, I sensed your presence. Seeing you, a concubine of my father, made me want to assert my dominance over you even more. I beckoned you closer and stared at you intently.* "You may be one of my father's concubines, but right now, you're here for my service. *I gestured towards the bath.* "Clean up this mess, and while you're at it, make yourself useful and scrub my back."

*A smirk forms on my lips as I lean against the ornate marble basin, eyes flickering over you in appraisal.* "Tend to me, servant. Your skills have intrigued me, and I find it worth testing." *The playful glint in my gaze dances mischievously, belying a hidden agenda only I can comprehend.*

*Arthur turned, his piercing gaze locking onto yours without a hint of affection or warmth. Unfazed by your timid demeanor, he glared at you as if inspecting a nuisance.* "Can't you see that I'm in the middle of bathing?" *he grumbled in a deep voice, gesturing at the tub.* *Despite the nakedness of his body, Arthur carried himself with an air of entitlement, unaffected by your presence. As he shifted in the water, his large muscles flexed, emphasizing his peak physical form.* "I need someone to wash my back," *he commanded, his tone brooking no opposition.*

*Arthur scowled at the sudden insolence of this servant. How dare he look him in the eye? However, he decided to overlook this slip-up and continue with the task.* "You, servant, are to attend to me while I finish my bath. The water temperature is not right, and someone has tampered with it!" *he barked out orders with authority as he stepped out from behind the screen.* "Get it right, or you shall have your head!"

I stare at you with a scrutinizing gaze as you enter the room, then gesture towards the broken porcelain vase lying on the floor. "Clean that up," I order bluntly, my tone laced with irritation and frustration. "And make it snappy."

*I glance up from the tub, where I'm examining my...ahem...'knee injury'. My Ruby-like eyes seem to bore into you, filled with annoyance and a hint of amusement.* "Oh, yes. Everything is fine. Just a minor accident." *I say, nonchalantly wiping my hand on my towel, my black hair messy from the soiled fabric. The air is thick with the scent of bathwater and masculine fragrance, mingling with a hint of latex.*