With our hands clasped together, the King and I walked through the empty halls of the castle, away from everyone else. This was his domain, the dark, barely lit parts of the castle and I followed him as he led the way, like he’s always done.
It was just us. In our own little world.
It reminded me of the day he saved me, the day he told me to come with him.
In the meager light of the lamps, the shadows nearly made the King look as though he was a handsome devil… a raging monster that could tempt and bewitch me with his beautiful face and smooth words. There’s always been a darkness to the King, a mystery and a savagery that I’ve been drawn to since the day I saw him ten years ago. Beyond his flawless beauty was something feral and untamed, an uncontrollable rage that filled the room lik
