An attendant to the King of the Nightbornes?
What did that even entail? I was prepared to be a servant to the palace or worse be placed in a brothel for these heathens but never did I expect to be his... personal attendant.
“I don’t understand. Did you just lose your old attendant or?” I ask completely taken aback.
The King chuckles and picks up his silverware. “As a matter of fact, I’ve never had one. You’ll be the first. Isn’t that swell?”
“Why-?”
He cuts me off while taking a bite from his meal. “Make no mistake. Nightbornes are just as awful as you’ve been told and if you’re placed anywhere else, you’ll find that out for yourself.”
The horrors of what I’ve been told creep under my skin. “All this because I didn’t look at you the way the others did?”
“Call it curiosity. I want
