The Lycan King's Mistress
I said, looking at the other beds where Olivia, Bennett and Brian still lay fast asleep.
"Let 'em be for now. We'll work out something for 'em later," she said. Then she turned to a darker skinned Palace worker that had come in with her.
"Elora, this is Lucy." And the young female almost squealed from the attention. She smiled shyly, her hands clasped together in her bosom. She had the same ash gown on and a white apron.
"Hi, Lucy," I said, smiling. Lucy was beautiful. Her skin made the light from the lamp dance, yet I wondered why she was unable to hold my gaze.