70. Veiled threats
NeemAs promised, my duties resume today. The king beckons for me and I go to him, keeping the smile pasted on my face. I kneel in front of him and he lowers his lips to my shoulder. I don’t make a sound when his teeth punctures my skin, deeper than he usually goes, and he gulps my blood. I bear it because I had days without this, thanks to the prince and this is as close to starving as the king gets. The prince sits at his right hand and he stares down at the court with an aloof expression, bored even. On my glance, his gaze shifts to find mine and his eyes are completely unreadable. It’s like a thick curtain has slid over his eyes, shielding the wolf he is when he is not being prince. He looks away without so much as a blink, the shield of formality between us burning more than it should. We assume this role effortlessly in public, that of a regal prince and a mere servant not worth his time and even though I should be used to it, it still hurts. I have to wonder which of them is
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