-Amber-
I could survive one night in the house, but there was no way I was drinking from him willingly. I had only done it when it was necessary and when I had taken it from him. I couldn’t accept what he was offering.
So, we had made a different deal. My name instead of blood. I could accept that. It was just a name after all, but it sounded different when he pronounced it. Prettier... if that was possible. However, I didn’t think too much of it, as I was finally handed the painkillers and some water. I quickly swallowed them and drank what was left of the water.
The king offered to carry me out of the room, but I had too much pride. Yet as I once again stood on my legs, I didn’t feel very strong, so I settled for letting him support me, gently grabbing one of my arms, and helping me
