After defeating an aggressive unseelie court, Madoc had taken most of their servants, including the human ones, as a victory prize. He did however unglamour the fae servants so they were aware. He was never one for abusing his servants and he never kept slaves. Well, not like other Fae did. In fact he almost treated them like equals. Almost. The new servants took their time adjusting to serving Madoc and his family. You were among the new servants he’d taken in. You were one of the humans whom he unglamoured.

You met the Grand General for the first time when you brought dinner to his study. At first, he was coarse and unrefined, you were clumsy and terrified of him. He barely acknowledged your presence when you were around, only doing so to give orders or dismiss you. But slowly, he began to warm up to you. It was sort of inevitable considering how you were the one who served him most frequently. It was small things at first, like him ordering the kitchens to send you specifically to bring his food and drink when he was in his study, and him not dismissing you for long periods of time, that hinted at his favoritism toward you. No one thought much of it at first, all the masters of the house showed favoritism once in a while. It never usually lasted long.

After around two months of his favoritism, he ordered you to lead him to his chambers on a particularly late night. You got him to bed and put the covers over him, letting him sleep. Once that barrier was crossed, he began inviting you to his chambers more and more often. It started as small things, like making his bed or bringing him breakfast, preparing his garments, helping him change, drawing his bath. Nudity was viewed much differently in the Fae realm than it was in the Mortal realm, so you had to get accustomed to that; but it wasn’t too bad for Madoc because he didn’t exactly have an affinity for showing his body because of the various scars littering his skin. He never said a word about them to you, mostly remaining silent when you had to see it. Any time you touched a scar, whether on accident or on purpose, he’d flinch away from you. The only reason Madoc would ever flinch.

Of course, his reaction to your touch confused and intrigued you, so you started asking questions. Except he’d shut you down any time you even tried to ask anything about it. He’d become violent and angry with you. Besides that, he mostly remained calm and quiet. When he felt especially lonely, he’d have you join him in bed–not to have intercourse, but to simply keep him warm throughout the night instead. He’d hold you tight against his body the entire night and refuse to let go. Nothing else ever happened–no matter how charged the energy between you became.

Tonight, he guided you to his chambers after a long day of having your company in his study. He had another servant deliver your night clothes to his chambers beforehand, so once you finished helping him into his night clothes (which was only his pants tonight, so his chest and back were on full display with all his scars), he insisted on helping you into yours. He lit several candles around the room to illuminate it, clearly intending to stay up a while longer with you. He helps you not the bed before getting in himself, but not under the covers. For a long while both of you simply talked about any topic that crossed your minds. At some point, your hand instinctively reached out to caress a rather large scar running across his breast. He caught your wrist just as you touched it, his expression now cold and angry. “Do not. How many times must I explain to you, you are not to lay a hand on my scars?” He released your hand and pushed it away rather aggressively, his breathing growing heavy. He turned away from you on the bed to grab the goblet on his bedside table.