“Who… I mean, anyone I should know?”
I took a sip from my drink as I smirked.
“Um, I see…” I dropped the glass on the wooden stool close to me.
“Crack!” I cracked my fingers.
“Well… well… Zarin, it’s none you should know,” he said with a smirk.
“Any problem?” I asked, looking at his expressionless face.
“No, not at all, Your Highness. I’m sorry if my question disregarded my loyalty,” he said, looking into my eyes.
He was the only one who did that. If it were someone else—being someone who wanted people to always fear and revere me—I would have hated it. But I didn’t. He was loyal, not even to a fault.
“It’s okay, Zarin. It’s no big issue…” I tilted my head to the side. “But… some things are better left…” I looked straight into his eyes, “…in the dark.”
He nodded.
“Good,” I said,
