She stood, not daring to sit as she watch the king dig at his food without uttering a word. He didn’t command her to sit and so no matter how her legs ached and trembled from standing for so long; she didn’t sit. The dungeon guard told her those who came here never returned, and she didn’t want to end up like those people. She wanted to live and this would keep her safe.
After a long moment of eating, king Ferro Damien picked a white serviette and wiped his mouth before tossing it on the table and looking up at her.
“Queen Mia,” he called out with a smile too good to be true. He signalled the guard to take off the chains on her hands and legs before ushering her to sit with his hand. She sat, and on the table before her was an empty plate with a knife and fork. He beckoned to the chef, a
