CHAPTER SEVEN
KING DARIUS
It's been five days since Hazel started living in the mansion. I haven't catch a single glimpse of her in those five days. She had kept herself confined in her room. I've always ordered that her food be taken up to her room when she doesn't come down for food. I didn't want to go to her room because I figured she would need some space to adjust, but my patience started thinning out on the sixth day.
“She still hasn't stepped out of her room?” I asked the maid that was standing at a corner, with her head bowed.
“No, your majesty.” She responded, eyes fixed to the ground.
I sighed getting agitated already.
“Leave.” I said and she scrambled off almost immediately.
I sat down on the bed and rubbed my chin thoughtfully. I have to find a way to talk to her.
