By now, I’ve been threatened with death so much, that it shouldn’t still bother me. But I suppose I don’t actually want to die, so that keeps me from being too blasé about it.
I’ve seen with my own eyes enough to know how dangerous this place is. Just because the King hasn’t carried out on his threats to kill me does not mean that he never will.
Therefore, Bethany’s words stay with me long after our briefing has concluded and she leaves me to see to dinner.
The longer they sit with me, the more they fester. Fear that I hate exists inside of me grows and grows.
Standing against any of the king’s commands could lead to my death. Is that why he’s made me one of his harem? I’ve been my own person up until this moment, both unable and unwilling to accommodate him in his request for the loca
