"Did you hear it?” Valkyrie asked her maid, her eyes focused on her own reflection in the mirror.
“What, my lady?” her personal maid asked, concern lacing her voice.
"The moans. The cries of pleasure. The creaking of table beneath them... The sound of a woman taking my place. Did you hear everything, Cassia?" Valkyrie questioned.
Cassia who had saw the king with his slave earlier with the mistress, bit down her lip, not knowing what to say.
"My life has never been my own. I've always tried to be his perfect daughter, but it was never enough. My mother died because she wasn’t perfect for him—I don’t want the same life," Valkyrie began lighting the candle set before the mirror before her. "That is why I’m trying so hard. And now that I am this close, this damn close to satisfying his wis
