Who are you?

"Who are you?" The king asked angrily.

His aunt shifted closer to the king to whisper into his ears. The king's eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh so you're Dylan, my rival. I never knew I would be having you here tonight if not I could've been expecting your presence. But nothing has gone wrong and I think it would be wise if I give you the honor to serve the king which most servants find hard."

Dylan knew better that he was mocking him and he wasn't surprised when the king signaled the servants to bring in drinks.

"Let him serve the king," the king laughed devilishly.

Dylan clenched his fists when the guard offered him drinks to hold up for the king. His aunt smirked at him.

So this was where she was all this while. He should've known better than to expect anything less from that family. Just remembering everything that he got to know from Sebastian made him boil but he held it in.

Dylan bore the humiliation until he was done being a slave under the king. He waited patiently and slowly