Chapter Sixteen

"This is your morning gown, and this is for the afternoon and then this... is your evening gown in case you and the King are__"

"I want to be alone, Kora," I sighed, finally fed up with pretending to listen to her even though my mind was elsewhere.

"It is part of my duty to make sure you are in the right clothing at every point of the day... your highness."

I shook my head from side to side, noticing her hesitation to use my title. This woman thinks I don't know how much she resents me. How can I allow someone like her to work with me when she might easily poison me and I will be unaware of it? I decided to confront her. "Look, Kora. You don't have to come here and do anything. I know you hate me and that's why I don't think...this will work." I indicated both us.

"Only me agreed to serve you,” She uttered curtly, looking at me pointedly. “Others said they will never serve a werewolf. "

"And that's because?" Anger was building inside me.

"Because...the King hates werewolves." She said