I headed down for the dinning-hall once I was dressed to find Dexter and the king already engaged in a conversation. When they heard me enter the room, the king looked towards me with a smile meanwhile Dexter pulled out a seat for me beside him. Dropping my eyes to the floor, I scurried over and sat down, shoulders tensed.
Looks like it’s just us three sitting at a large table with countless food to choose from. I’m not complaining, but I don’t like breathing the same air as the King.
And as for Dexter…
I’d rather not see him after what just went down…but who am I to say anything? I am now the lowest of the lowest and an utter disgrace to have allowed my body to feel pleasure from his touch.
“You took quite a while, Miss Olivia.” The King said.
“Sorry. I didn’t know where everythi
