Chapter 37

I waited for the Beast King, my nerves on edge. The forbidden wing where he lived was nothing like I imagined. In my previous visit, I was too overwhelmed to notice little details.

It was neat, tidy. It made me sound like a bad person, but I assumed he slept on a mattress made of straws. Instead of a washroom, there would be a giant litter box or something. I could not tear my eyes away from the big king-sized bed. Disturbing images played in my mind.

Until now, I'd been under the assumption that the ladies were not in charge of his area of the castle.

I was apprehensive about peering into anyone's room, because I didn't want to find out anything about his personal routines from doing so. The Beast King, on the other hand, appeared to be a religious figure.

I nodded as I looked at the titles of the books on the table in front of me. My only complaint was that they were a touch too literary for my tastes. Reading trashy, fast-paced thrillers and romanc