I Can Have Anything?

Sasha

‘I am not a good man,’ Cassian’s words linger on my mind as I stare at the food in front of me. It’s like a buffet.

A good man doesn’t feed you. I think to myself, a smile curling up on my face. I moved closer to the table. Someone must have brought in the food while I was bathing.

There’s different food on the table, food I have only cooked for my father, but never got to eat.

I move closer, unsure of what I am allowed to eat. I clench my robe tightly, my heart racing. I can’t touch this food. It’s not mine. They didn’t tell me to eat, so I moved past the table. I open the little bag that is on the bed with my clothes. I pull out everything from the bag, and there’s nothing I can wear in front of the alpha king.

I sigh, putting everything back in the bag, then grab the dress I wore when coming here, and I put it on, then sit on the bed. My eyes keep going to the food on the table. My stomach grumbles, and I put my hand on my stomach.

I blink back my tears, hugging my stomach. I will wait here until someone comes to get me. My eyes are starting to get heavy, so I lie back on the bed, tears rolling down my face.

My father sold me like some cattle. I don’t know why it hurts because he has never really loved me, but knowing that he would do it? It hurts.

I don’t know how long I have been sleeping on the bed when a woman’s voice comes tapping on the bed.

My eyes snap open when I realize I might have overslept. I jolt up on the bed, my heart racing as my eyes meet a woman who is standing before me.

She has her hair tied in a ponytail, and her brown eyes are trained on me. “I’m sorry. Did I oversleep? Am I in trouble with the King?” I ask her and she shakes her head, offering me a smile.

“No. None of that. He sent me to get you, but I noticed you didn’t eat,” she says as I swallow, my eyes going to the food. I didn’t know if I was allowed to eat that food.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…” I paused, looking into her eyes.

“Was the food not to your liking? I can have something prepared for you,” she says to me as I shake my head. Why would she want to waste food like that?

“I didn’t know what I was allowed to eat,” I admit. Lowering my head.

“Huh,” her eyes widen as I lower my head. I know I must be pathetic, but I don’t want to be in trouble.

“Miss. All the food is yours. You are allowed to eat anything you want,” she says.

“Anything?” I raise a brow. Can I eat anything I want?

“It’s just…” I stutter, playing with my fingers. My heart races as I look away, not sure what to do.

“Come on. I will warm the food for you, then you can eat. Just tell me what you need,” she says, offering me a smile.

“No. You don’t have to warm the food. I can eat it like that,” I am used to eating the cold leftovers that I was given.

“Miss, the food is cold. It’s not good like that.”

“It’s no bother,” I had sprung to my feet, walking to the table. I sit down on the floor in front of the table, staring at the eggs, waffles, and bacon.

My eyes roam all over the table, unable to decide what to eat. She comes closer, gets on her knees, then picks up the jar with juice and pours it into a glass, then hands it to me.

“Would you like some bacon and toast? Or waffles?” She asked me as I swallowed hard.

“waffles”

“Good choice,” She helps me with setting up a plate for me and then sits back on the floor as she watches me.

“What’s your name?” I finally ask, at least if I am going to survive a few days here, then I can have her name.

“Oh, Goddess. I didn’t tell you my name. Oh. It’s Ariel and you miss?”

“Sasha.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Sasha.”

“Just Sasha.” I force a smile, having another bite of the waffles. My stomach grumbles again.

“Do you think I will be in trouble with the Alpha King if I am late?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.

“I am sure he would understand if you had to rest,” she assured me, but I don’t feel reassured. He might get upset with me for being late and doing what he asked me to do.

I looked towards the window, and it should have been past midday already. Hours have passed since I took a shower.

“We should get going,” I get to my feet, fixing my dress. I need to find some slippers to wear in my bag.

I walk back to the bed and notice there’s nothing presentable I can wear. My slippers are torn, but they are better than bare feet.

I put them on and then waited for her to lead the way.