EmilyI stood in the dim light of the king’s bedroom, my mind spinning. I had no idea why the King was suddenly acting like my savior. He had rescued me from the tavern, promoted me to head maid, and even demanded that I cook for him. Was this a twisted game? I wondered, a chill running down my spine. Was he planning to treat me gently just to break me completely before he killed me? If not, what was his purpose?I could still vividly see the predatory look on Cain’s face right before the king dragged me away. Cain had always called me “pretty,” but I wasn’t stupid. I knew what I looked like. My face was ruined, covered in disgusting, jagged marks. Pretty, my ass. Cain didn’t think I was beautiful; he was just lusting after my exposed body. That was the only reason he used that fake, sweet word.“I’m dressed,” I announced quietly to the heavy stone wall. The king still had his back turned to me, respecting my privacy in a way that felt entirely alien. “You can turn around now.”When h
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