Abbie and I were escorted to areas where we were supposed to work. The woman whose job I took did not look happy as Clarice opened the doors to the King’s quarters. I groaned as I looked back down at the stairs I had just walked up. It would s**k because I knew I was expected to cart cleaning supplies up to this floor every day.

“Are you coming?” Clarice asked. I nodded and chased after her down the long wide corridor.

“Did he explain why? Did I do something wrong? I just don’t understand why he would move me to the kitchens; I can’t even cook,” shrieked the woman whose name was Ester.

I thought she was around the King’s age, but I wasn’t exactly sure how old the King was since Lycans were immortal. But he appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Ester clearly was unhappy about being transferred to the kitchens and still refused to leave even after Clarice had dismissed her multiple times. Her maid’s outfit was a little too tight, showing off every curve of her body, her long tan legs on display under the shortened dress.

“Ester, it is out of my hands; the King specifically asked for Ivy to be placed in his quarters and asked for you to be removed. Take it up with the King if you don’t like the decision,” Clarice snapped at her.

“What the f**k does he see in her anyway. What are you like, twelve?” She shrieked before she shoved a broom at me and made me take a step back. Her green eyes glared at me before she tossed her blonde curly hair over her shoulder and looked me up and down with disgust with a sneer plastered on her face.

“Ester leave, or I will have you escorted by the guards,” Clarice warned her.

She

his bed once, and now she thinks she owns him. She

was. So if dusting, make sure you remember what and where you moved things. The King also likes his meals at certain times. If he is not here, you wait a bit and then return it to the kitchens if he does

at least five rooms that I could see off this corridor. It would be like cleaning

much time in his quarters?” I asked nervously, wondering how much time he would

usually; he is mostly tending to meetings or in

that rule, and she- never mind what happened

the King’s bedroom; everything must be kept in order, and the linens change daily. Each morning at sunrise, you are to open the drapes and let the light in. Usually, seven am is when he likes to get up. The bathroom is through

read. Abbie and I weren’t allowed that luxury and even reading to the kids back home. We would just look at the

going to be a nightmare. There are hundreds of books on them and

large lamp, and I guessed that was where he

the middle of the room, a bathroom off the side. Huge heavy maroon drapes covered the windows making the room darker. There was also a dresser with a mirror and two bedside tables. It appeared the only personal touches were his books except for one picture,

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