vvInside his bedroom, Atlas pushed me in the direction of his closest room, which had a design that was identical to that of his fiancee's room. One key distinction was that, rather than women's clothing, only men's was available."Why am I in this place?" I looked over to Atlas, who was grinning broadly in the reflection of the mirror that was next to me."Of course, to choose what I'm going to wear." He responded before grabbing my hand and leading me to the various closets in the room."I apologize for bothering you with this question, but do you not have a personal stylist... or fashion designer?" I inquired, and without making a fuss, he opened the cupboard door for me to look inside.After that, he positioned his arms in a cross over his chest. "I have a fashion designer. However, he does not have sufficient time to select outfits for me on a daily basis. It is up to you to do it.""Great." I complimented the clothes in the closet while simultaneously running my hand over them.

Kate didn't even look at me when Atlas put a piece of bread on my plate from his own.. "I am sick of eating the same stuff over and over again. Pick something that sounds good to you from the lunch menu.""Pick something that I like better? Oh, you won't enjoy that at all." I gave an uneasy smile and voiced my disagreement in a nice manner. He intended to infuriate the other individuals or put them in an unpleasant position by his actions.After slicing the omelet, he shoved a chunk in his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. "Who could say? It's possible that I really like that.""Okay. I will see to it." I did not want to get into an argument. Arguing with him was a waste of time and something only a fool would do."Why do I get the impression that you are interested in this maid that you have?" His fiancée inquired, but she did not show any sign of respect. It was clear that they were going through some difficulties.She did not have the authority to speak against him, which is why sh

"What does he generally like to eat?" I asked the castle's chef. I didn't try to avoid it because it was my responsibility to decide what he would have for lunch, but I did let the chore go undone and it became behind schedule."In general, he prefers meat from spicier deer." The cook responded while he was wearing the apron that was reserved for the kitchen. Her gorgeous pair of brown eyes were hidden by a pair of puffy bags under her eyes, giving the impression that she was quite exhausted. She was not even thirty, and she might have been twenty-five or even younger at the time."Do you have beef in the fridge?" After catching a sight of the enormous fireplace that was behind her, I answered the question with a more gentle tone in both my heart and my voice.There was a nod from her. "Yes. Kindly take note that there should not be fewer than three different dishes available for each meal." These barbaric individuals were well-versed in the art of inflicting cruelties on the defensel

When I turned back, I saw Atlas, and my eyes widened in surprise. "W-what the heck are you doing in this place?" It was against protocol for him to be in this dungeon at this time. Oh man, it was all I could do to find some semblance of calm."I really ought to inquire about this... what are you doing in this location?" His features were pale, and he gave off the impression of being anxious. There must be something hidden in this room that is causing him concern.I pulled my shoulders back and tightened my grip on the stone that I was holding in my hand. "You advised me to look around the castle," I said."It's a dungeon that I urged you to avoid, not the castle." He gave me a pointed look.I bit my lip and peered into his worried eyes as I tried to stifle the sigh. "I had an interest in discovering more about this location."While he was nodding his head, he rubbed his temple. "It is not abnormal. Girls are constantly drawn to things that are difficult to understand.""Pardon?" I ga

And I was right about it. It was far more crowded than I had anticipated. Children ranging in age from ten to fifteen years old were seated on the mattress in the first few rows of the countless lines. Teenagers, teachers, artists, and people from a variety of other occupations filled the seats in the rows that followed.My eyes were opened to a stage as the security guards who were standing across the largest, longest, and tallest photo frame I had ever seen began to push it. When I saw the stage that was adorned with the golden throne, which is the seat of dignity, my mouth dropped open in shock. The jewels that had been engraved shone brightly like diamonds. It was such a breathtaking scene.Atlas took his seat atop the magnificent throne after directing me to take a position behind it. As I came out of my trance and focused my attention on the meeting, I realized that he was correct and that I shared his disdain for the sciences, the humanities, and education. Up until the literar