Never for a moment had Valkyrie missed the sight of her King. She always made sure to catch a glimpse of him, even just for a fleeting moment.
They might not exchange words, but she made sure he saw her. Almost every night, he would summon her to his chamber to mount and satisfy his lust.
He only took her from behind, no foreplay, no kissing, just straight to thrusting in her. Yet, she was satisfied by it.
Her Darling still cares for her. He does.
But tonight, all things had gone so wrong.
It had been more than twenty-one hours; she had refused to eat or sleep.
Her Darling was said to be busy throughout the day, yet she heard the gossip of a maid mentioning that the King had summoned his slave.
That b***h, Arianna Greystone!
She was on the verge of tears, her feet trembling with an
