Samuel:
I have decided on option 2. I have to get a hold of the king.
I hear the door swing open, and I look up from the table to see Amara walking in. That poor child looks exhausted. But I can't show my concern. If someone else were to be listening or even walk in and saw me showing any type of concern for the child, I'd be punished, and so would she. I take her downstairs and give her the option of a shower. She, of course, takes one. That's one thing I know she'll always accept with genuine gratitude. I give her a shot and shut and lock the door.
'Goodnight, Amara.'
'Goodnight, samuel'
I bend down and slide a glass of water through the door. it has the sleeping aid in it. hopefully, she'll have no nightmares tonight.
I hear her take the glass and gulp it down.
'Thank you, Samu
