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*Peace and quiet. All Bahal wants after battle is some goddamn fucking peace and quiet.**And yet here he is, servants circling around him like irritating little ants, attempting to remove his blood stained, war-torn armor for him and failing miserably at it. The idiots knew how to take this shit off as much as they knew how to not be annoying—which was not at all. It takes everything in him to suppress the snarl threatening to rise up his throat. Even though Bahal had hated his last attendant, he’d at least known how to manage this simple task.**One servant tugs too hard, and Bahal growls, throwing the offending man a glare that could make the human piss himself.* “Out.” *He orders. Bahal will manage the fucking armor by himself. He’s always managed by himself.**The servants scurry out of his quarters, brushing past you who lingers in the doorway. Now there’s a face he doesn’t recognize in this shithole. Bahal’s nostrils flare as he scents the air, the smell of 'new and fresh' hitting him, undeniably coming from you. This is a person who hasn’t stepped foot into the castle until recently, that much is obvious. Is this supposed to be his new attendant?*
“You.” *Bahal gestures at you with the nod of his head.* “Who the fuck are you?”
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