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[Lucas]
I was close to the restroom or rather, convenience, when I heard a lady screaming, my male hero instincts kicked in. I had to help the lady in trouble. Without thinking twice, I rushed to the door and without even bothering to knock, I opened the door, only then did I realize that perhaps I should have thought twice, or at least once.
The sight before me was embarrassing and confusing. A young maid was bent overlooking under her dress, blood drops on the floor. As she looked up as I entered, her scream paused for a moment, then as though she realized who I was—she probably was expecting someone else or was not expecting me at all, being Viceroy at all—her eyes widened in shock, and she screamed even louder.
Still partly in the hallway, I could imagine how far her screams must be travelling and how it would look if anyone came upon us at this moment. I immediately entered into the convenience and shut the door behind me, locking it.
"Stop screaming" I commanded the maid, turning to her. She seemed even more persistent, as fear entered her eyes, probably misinterpreting my actions.
"Shut up, damn it!" I cursed going to hold her mouth.
At my words, her eyes seemed to do that widening thing again. I wondered why for a minute, then I realized I had used the wrong choice of words.
"Fuck!" I lowly swore, doing it again. I am meant to be keeping my whole out of this world thing on the low, plus I probably should not be using such words before a woman (of this medieval world) to avoid offending her fragile sensibilities.
Slowly I released her, removing my hand from over her mouth, "Don't scream anymore, alright?"
She slowly nodded. Then from nowhere, a sudden fierceness entered her eyes, and mistrust as she stepped back from me.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice accusatory.
She was rather brave for a maid to be questioning someone of my status, as Viceroy, but there is no way I am giving myself away and blowing my cover.
"I am Holtan Wu, the Viceroy of Pearl province" I said, letting all the arrogance, power and authority that comes with that name and title fill me as I gained confidence and began walking towards her, regaining the upper hand, I asked, "And who do you think you are, maid, to question a Viceroy, do you not know your place?"
The maid's eyes dropped to the ground, increasing the arrogance in my voice as she suddenly seemed to remember the difference in our social status. Just as I was about to turn however, she stopped me with her hand on my arm, her grip extremely tight for a fragile looking young woman of her size.
"I know you" she accused