-Amber-
The look on his face was something I hadn’t seen before. He looked deeply worried, as if hearing about where I’d lived was completely unbelievable and somehow abusive. Yet I continued eating, letting him come to terms with my upbringing on his own.
“Anyone else?” the king asked.
I shook my head. “Nope. Just her and me.”
The king sighed, running a hand down his face. “For how long?” he inquired.
“Over ninety years.”
“You’ve lived in a small house for ninety years, without protection?” he asked incredulously.
I nodded, and the king seemed to find this even more unbelievable.
“You can now see why I value my freedom,” I said, trying to make a point.
“You were hidden away from the world, little one. Tell me, where is the freedom in that? How is that not concerning? It gives me
