Being one of the king's favorites and being the current 'apple of his eye' earned me unknown enemies. There are some who will blatantly glare at me, some will sneer, and some will openly throw whispers of insult when I'm near. Well, there are also some who are sweet enough to fill my locker with love letters containing insults and threats. And I can only shake my head at them.
But I notice a particular group of female ministers who often watch me with their hawk-like eyes. They gave off a dangerous vibe, and I was proven right when, a few days later, they joined me at the table.
"Scram." They scared off Nico and Olivia; the two were ready to fight, but I just shook my head at them and gave them a reassuring smile until they transferred to the other table.
"Hi, favorite." A blonde one wi
