Her Value

Asty had never felt so suffocated before in her life. Every time she moved her fingers she was in a constant fear of doubt. Thoughts invading through her mind like there's no tomorrow. Why did the King invite her to a dinner? What is inside the envelope she had given him?

"Nervous, aren't we?"

It was now a common feeling for Asty these passing days. That feeling of an unusual and pining sense of danger. That feeling of uncertainty and having no knowledge of your environment. She was scared of it. She was so unsure that it frightened her.

She pauses a while and looked at him a bit. "I-I am, I'm sorry Your Majesty, I can't help it."

"Quite the honest one, you are." The King had finished his meal. The maids drew closer and took his used plate away.

Seeing that he was done, Asty immediately rushed to eat her food. Every grain, every leaf, every chunk of meat. She gobbled them up. She wanted to finish to