Choosing The Alpha King
The maid, with a tilt of her head and a softening of her eyes, replied, "No, mademoiselle, this is very much the waking world."
"But how? How am I here?" My voice was a whisper of confusion.
Her lips parted, then closed, a silent admission of her own ignorance. "I cannot provide those answers, mademoiselle. Perhaps the Head Butler can shed light upon your queries. Shall I permit his entrance?"
With a hesitant nod, I signaled my agreement. The maid turned, her skirts whispering against the floor, and opened the door, exchanging a few hushed words in fluent French.
An elderly butler, his posture impeccable in his crisp, black dress suit, entered with a dignified grace. "My deepest apologies fo