89. The Role of a High King

[Celie]

“Looking at him won’t change the inevitable.” I am startled by Andrew’s voice. I am not this oblivious. However, today can be exempted considering the whirlwind of stuff that happened and culminated to this day. I shoot a mild glare at him before turning back to look at the King who will probably be a memory when the sun rises next.

“Go bother Alexandra,” I mutter as I lean back on the couch, a glass of deer’s blood in my hand. My taste buds have adjusted to the smell and taste miraculously. Alexandra said that it will take a while before I can go back to having ‘human’ food. I can’t wait.

Instead of doing what I suggested and going to Alexandra’s room, he takes a seat beside me. My heart doesn’t flutter but I feel a knot form in my stomach. His presence has always done that.

“How do you feel about your new position?” he asks. I shrug.

“I’ll manage. I will give Damian a hell of a time.” I am not even kidding. That man will pay for what he did today. Only because today