I even know that Rhea's role as my handmaiden wasn't a demotion, as she would have me believe, but rather a strategic placement by Malik to spy on me. Sometimes, I also think Rhea tries to rile me up on purpose to get information from me. That was why I needed to be careful. I was given the freedom
I was on the verge of responding when the distant echo of a shout reached us, its intensity was like that of a battle cry. I halted, focusing on the source of the noise, and Rhea paused as well. "That's the sound from the training ground. The warriors are practising," she explained.
Ezinne~ ~ Malik stood there, flanked by his close men, whom I now suspected were the brotherhood. The man named Rafe, with his piercing glare of dislike; Soren, my striking saviour who seemed to think we had a past connection; and the ever-smiling boy, Kael, whose joy seemed untouched by t
I paced restlessly around my bedroom, staring at the door. I had counted up to a hundred, half-expecting, half-dreading him to burst through the door at any moment but he didn't. While I was still contemplating if he was going to come, a sharp knock came at my door. I twirled around and swiftly took
"This is remarkable," he commended. "It's been ages since I've tasted anything quite like this. It reminds me of home. There's... a familiarity to it. Where did you learn to cook in such a way?" I shrugged lightly, offering a small, somewhat distant smile, playing into my role. "I wish I could tel
~Ezinne~ I moaned softly in my slumber, stretching my arms to offer my knotted muscles a sweet relief, but my torso felt like it had been trapped under a boulder. Something warm was on me, holding me tightly. My eyes flared open, and my head instinctively snapped to my side, only to see Malik
I propped myself up, choosing to ignore her as she started to tidy up the remnants of last night's meal. My gaze drifted to the empty champagne bottle, sparking a flicker of concern. Had I drunk too much, or...? My thoughts trailed off. Surely, the Dark King had no reason to poison me, right?
Ezinne I hadn't seen Malik after that dinner, and my mind had not been at rest. I knew he was not a man who was easily accessible, but I would have loved to interact with him, to gauge his thoughts and feelings towards me. My day was spent wandering the grand halls, except for his private cha