His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

I tried to leave the room, yet every time I tried to sneak out of the room to do my chores, King Kyson would call me back in before pointing at his bed. “Rest,” He would say before turning back to his work.

Eventually, I gave up trying, so I was relieved when he was called out of the room, giving me a chance to breathe a little. All day he had been forcing me to eat, forcing me to sit and watch him work. Sticking my head out the door, I quickly walked down the corridor, he didn’t say I couldn’t leave the room before he left, and I knew I was falling behind in my chores.

I grabbed my cleaning supplies from the downstairs cupboard and headed back to the room. I changed the linens and cleaned the bathroom. Each movement had me cringing in pain. However, I was glad to be doing something other than watching the King, who spent most of the day watching me while he was supposed to be working. It made for some awkward stare-offs; the man could stare without blinking while I nervously stared around the room to avoid his gaze, which only seemed to amuse him.

Why did he insist on waiting around with his servant?

He hardly left the room all day. When I was done scrubbing the bathroom, I took my cleaning supplies back to the cupboard downstairs before making a quick dash for the servant’s bathroom. I desperately needed to pee. I have been holding my bladder all day.

Relieving myself quickly, I step out of the bathroom only to walk into the guard from upstairs.

“Sorry,” I whisper, wondering why he was standing out the front of the lady’s bathroom. He says nothing, just remains to stare at the door and always silent, and l make my way back to the cleaning cupboard only to notice him following me. Was he ensuring I did my chores correctly? Grabbing my dusting cloth and polish, I head back upstairs. My legs ached from working after spending most of the day sitting stiffly on the edge of the King’s bed. Thankfully, the guard did not follow me into the room; instead, he waited by the door again.

I look at all the books on his shelves on the enormous bookcase and gulp. My eyes were scanned over them, wondering if any were out of place and also trying to remember which book went where. Maybe I shouldn’t dust the shelf. The spines are all decorative and in perfect order, not like the picture books in the orphanage that were falling apart.

taught me how before she died. Not much need to be read when you are a rogue. Books were heavy and not easily carted around.

he says, leaning on the doorway to his bedroom as he stared at me. I wonder how

tell him, dropping my gaze to the floor. Why did I touch it? I shouldn’t have snooped. He walks over to his chaise before sitting on it,

and I chewed my lip nervously. His eyes darted to my lips, and I stopped. Instead, looking down at my hands. Would he punish me for touching them? I was told to

I was nothing more than a

look at the shelf and reach for the book but pause. What

I don’t like repeating myself,” he says softly, yet his voice is still firm. I nodded and reached for the book with the golden letters,

says, reading the title. I wasn’t sure what it said. I just liked

“Can you read?”

well,”

at my hands, feeling nervous in his presence suddenly, though he was always friendly and never hurt either of us. However, I knew he was capable of

to me. Staring at his outstretched hand, I moved hesitantly, taking a step toward him. I always felt funny

and I looked at his face to find him smiling.

shouldn’t, but then again, he had done plenty