Hendrix p.o.v.
The meat roasted in a red delicious hue over the stove as I sniffed the jar, and my mouth drooled. f**k, it smells tasty, Sovereign will love it.
" So what are we eating today?"
And the dog sniffed the food...I am talking about Lord Arthur. f*****g bastard, why couldn't he cook his own meal, or eat the food maids made! Since the day we were travelling together, this lazy lord was eating our food, the food I made for my sovereign.
Like the shameless person he is, he crouched in front of my tent, resting his back on the tree behind. I could feel his gaze on me, but I hadn't bothered to look at his greedy green eyes.
" I asked something, Lord Chancellor.", he said, mocking me by pressing the word chancellor.
Everyone knew he wanted that position for a very long time
