Jenkins
After returning to my room, I change out of the damn dress I wore to dinner into something much more comfortable—tight cotton pants and a tank top.
I sit on the edge of the bed, replaying everything that happened tonight in my mind.
I still don’t quite understand why Zeldric insisted on my presence at the table. Maybe he just wanted to humiliate me by forcing me to wear that dress—a display of power over me. However, I controlled my impulses and remained silent, keeping my gaze fixed on my plate the entire time. Even when that woman, Luna—who I assume is his lover—tried to provoke me, I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction.
I sharpen my hearing. It’s been a while since I last heard voices coming from the dining room. It’s as if they waited for me to leave before they
