Thirty-four • A Strange Sweetness

•Benjamin•

I nervously stood in front of a large wooden door that led to Heather's office as I debated on whether I should knock on it or not. This morning began with me receiving a letter from my father's wife that held a strange request. It completely soured up my morning, but after seeing the details of the letter, I saw it as an opportunity.

I could have just send a servant to give Heather the letter together with another that expressed my thoughts about it. And Heather was smart, so she would probably grasp the meaning behind it without much explanation.

I could have done that but I didn't.

I wanted to talk to her myself. Not only about the letter but about yesterday as well. Part of me was embarrassed that I allowed her see such a pathetic side of me while the other was liberated because of all the assurances that she gave me.

A king wasn't supposed to show weakness. I had more than enough memories of where I was constantly punished when I was younger for being vulnerable and my