WILLOW
Like every day, I spent my mornings being close to the King, waiting for his orders, which I had to always obey whether I liked it or not. I had no personal life as I was basically chained to him by the unbreakable oath and the only way out would be if he granted me my freedom willingly.
Well, it wasn’t ideal to serve a werewolf, but it could have ended much worse. I kept repeating this to myself whenever I spotted the brainwashed Rufus crawling behind Queen Alessandra. Quite often I had doubts whether Alessandra truly was a werewolf. She was so evil that she would be a better fit for the Hell rather than the Amaroq kingdom. But I could tell she wasn’t a demoness. Nevertheless, she acted like one.
Poor Rufus. Even I felt sorry for him, and I had literally zero feelings. He used
