Chapter 19

Greyson

Fire was lit in some parts of the courtyard, in the middle a big campfire was burning and children played around it, giggling and running around in a circle.

Behind the fire were two thrones, one was made of animal skin and pure gold and larger in size to the other one which was made of silver.

Others appeared to be happy, talking in groups, drinking and chatting amongst each other. The air was filled with noises from them and gassed up faces. However, that can't be said for my mood.

Since this morning I heard the king talking with Olivia in the corridor, my mood hasn't been the same. I sat on a high rock with Noah, staring out into the crackling fire with a drink in my hand.

“I was fucking right about what I heard, he called her his wife and then the one who would bear her children,” I said to Noah who had been doubting me, saying maybe I had ear problems.

However, I was sure to the bone that was exactly what I heard.

“Why would the king call a slave his wife?” he asked while