It took me a good few minutes to spot him kneeling behind a huge headstone. Wandering over to him, he looked up when my shadow cast over him.

“Ivy, I mean my Queen,” he said, baring his neck to me.

“Ivy is fine,” I tell him, and he lets out a breath.

“So can I help you with something?” he asked, and I shrugged, looking down at what he was doing. He was scrubbing and cleaning the headstones and removing the d**d flowers.

“Want some help?” I asked, and he chewed his lip before peering over the headstone and glancing at the castle. “Are you allowed?” He whispered, and I peered back over at the castle.

“Yes, I don’t see why not,” I shrugged.

“Well, I am nearly done with this row. If you grab another bucket and brush, you’ll also need a polishing rag,” he said, showing me his tucked into his belt. Nodding, I turned and walked back toward the castle.

“In the laundry room, Ivy,” he called, and I nodded, going in search of the cleaning supplies.

needed, I earned a few strange stares from those working in the laundry, but they said nothing or questioned me as I slipped back out with everything.

I asked him, and he

old though and require more scrubbing, or there is the servant’s cemetery over there,” he said, pointing closest to the forest and castle.

“Hunters and rebels victims?”

by rebel leaders Marrissa and Darclay, Marissa was a rogue werewolf she k****d the King’s sister and that um, the royal family, they live, yeah I don’t know hours out

the human head hunter that recruited her,” Peter rambled on to say, yet I was still stuck at the mention of my

are there?” I asked, looking out at the spanning

Marrissa, she would pretend to be a servant and then k**l everyone while they were sleeping. Most of those are from her,

lost, and because my mother was behind it all, I was sick to

worst Lycan serial k****r in history,”

found his sister, and Marrissa cut her unborn child out of her and mutilated her before stuffing her back in her womb. Well, that’s what I heard anyway from Trey;

the grave he was cleaning and made my way to the back. The first grave l came to belonged to a woman kneeling down. I set to work. When I finished

that it had the same last name as the woman’s grave beside it and that it was a child’s grave. 3 months old, the child was barely given a chance to live. My heart broke as l stared at the picture of the

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