Birdie's POV:
What do you want me to call you?
That question rang in repeat all day long in my head. What does he mean? Call me? How about my name? What's so hard about calling me my name?
I snapped shut the book I was reading and sighed heavily. This is so annoying. I'm bored out of my mind and now my thoughts wander.
The king is such a complex man. I can't tell what he wants. I can't read him at all. He does these things that make me wonder just why?
Like the council meeting. And having me serve his meals. Not to mention the way he has me kneel by his side, the punishment that forbid me from speaking without his express permission. And now he's asking my permission for what? A pet name?
I wish I could go back to the servants quarters. Life was easier back then. I didn't have these
