~INANNA~
The prince and I have developed a form of ritual, unknowingly.
Every morning, I take his food to him in his room, sit on his left side, in the chair that used to be opposite him.
I keep my head down, never look at him, and when he's done I leave. This cycle repeats itself during lunch and supper too. Never breaking.
He has never ask for a different servant since the last time, however, I still don't know why he asked for a different servant the last time.
The first time he made me to sit by his left, I was nervous. I was scared. I didn't want to do anything that would cause trouble for me, but he was not taking no for an answer. And I was already in deep s**t so I had no choice.
The room is always silent with our breathes the only thing keeping us company.
The afternoon
