I remember Elsie telling me to get used to having my meals at the royal table but right now, I don’t think it’s possible to get used to it.
The king sat at the head of the table, scrutinizing and glaring at me like some leech he would like to end it’s life. His domineering presence and piercing gaze made me want to bolt from the dining hall and never be seen again. It was not so bad at first when he didn’t respond to my greeting because Elsie had told me not to expect a response.
To his right is Prince Louis, and across from him is Prince Ryder who I am seated next to, then opposite me is Princess Elsie who was occasionally casting apologetic looks in my direction. Next to Elsie is a dark-haired man who introduced himself as Adrian and Ryder’s beta. He looked friendly to me and I took a
