"Throw them out!" He ordered.
"What a bunch of wasted time." Zeenare pinched the bridge of his nose making his way to his room.
Now I have missed the chance to see my princess's face. He glanced at the wristwatch on his left hand.
"Othimise!" He called out after entering his room, his voice tight and strained. "Why was I not informed about Rhea's calls?"
"I'm sorry master, since you had visitors I thought that—"
"You thought?!" Zeenare weighed the word, cutting him off. "Since when did you start thinking?" He questioned, his face motionless, his voice low.
Othimise remained silent, his hands behind his back, shoulders straight.
"It seems you are confusing your priorities here!" He leaned on the chair, not taking his eye off Othimise.
"But master —"
"Did I allow you to speak?" Zeenare bellowed, his jaw twitching, his voice raspy. "Go take your punishment before I get back." He said in a dangerous think voice, stalking out of the room.
Meanwhile in Rhea's apartment....
