The look on his face was something I hadn’t seen before. He looked almost worried, as if hearing about where I had lived was completely unbelievable and somehow not okay. It seemed like an insult or almost abusive. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling or thinking, but his warriors looked as stunned as he did, and it confused me greatly. Yet I continued to eat, letting them come to terms with my upbringing on their own.
“Anyone else?” the king asked.
I shook my head. “Nope. Just her and me.”
The king sighed, running a hand down his face, clearly not pleased with what he was hearing.
“For how long?” he inquired.
“Over 90 years.”
“You’ve lived in a small house for 90 years, without protection?” he asked incredulously.
I nodded, and the king seemed to find this even more unbelievab
