A sinful breakfast with King

He holds up his hand. "Leave it on," he tells me. Then he smiles slowly. "I like it better on you, anyway."

We step into the dining hall. I shoot Cesar a sideways glance and he nods at me in an assuring way. He wears a brown breechcloth woven with green lines. He strides into the hall and the whole table rises, cheering for their king. He grins widely, lifting his hands and allowing the praise to be heard.

He gestures for me to follow him. I slowly creep behind him, keeping my head down and my shoulders slouched. Cesar shoots me a look and I instantly straighten up. He does not like it when I slouch like a scared little girl.

I square my shoulders and tip my chin upwards. The men cast their glances at me before dropping their eyes back down to their plates as they sit. I don't feel like sitting on anyone's lap again, so I stick as close to Cesar's side as possible. He nods towards a chair right next to him. He gives the man occupying the seat a nasty look. "Move." The man picks up his