Merylle's POV
"Two sacks from the King! Any higher bets?" One of the council members announces. Gossips begin. Some are screaming out of excitement, while others clap their hands.
"Going once?"
I can already see Luther continuously mouthing a cuss. I bite my lower lip and shut my eyes. Lord, if this is my faith, please help me get through this.
"Twice?"
I open my eyes. Wishing for an impossible to happen, I whisper, “Oh, Lord, please help me...”
As I lift my head, I unexpectedly meet the King's eyes. I refrain from calling him King, but now that I am kneeling in front of the crowd and waiting for me to be his slave, it makes me realize how powerful he really is.
"Thrice?" ask one of the committees. My eyes stay on him. Staring at his copper-colored eyes and grinning face, I gulp.
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