Chapter Eleven
How could he do this to me if he knew that this is what he would be doing? Why on earth would he plead with me not to say anything to anybody while he runs off to go tell his father, knowing very well that he despises me so much. With a passion. With so much passion that he probably wishes I died as soon as I was born. And I do not know why that is the case.
“Listen up. Be very quiet”, one of the guards says to me, and I look at him with pleading eyes.
“What is happening?” I whisper the question to him, and he only continues to haul me forward before they all put me on the floor and instruct me to get on my knees. I bow down, greeting the king, because that is just what has to happen every time you see him.
“Uhmm…m-my king? Did you ask for me?” I ask him, and he just
