12
“Tell me more about Yzin,” he commanded, from his spot on the couch. I tugged my robe closed and tied it tighter so that none of my skin showed. He didn’t want to f**k me anymore? Why? Had I done something wrong? I walked back to my bed and sat on it, half a room away from him.
“He’s always been a councilmember. He’s the one that taught me how to read – and then gave me the screens, as I’ve told you.”
“And he’s been with you for all three hundred of your years?”
I nodded.
“Has he aged?”
I licked my lips in thought. Time passed so slowly for me – but in memories of Yzin from when I was younger, he was too. “A little, yes. His joints creak now.”
My King’s eyes narrowed and he nodded. “When is he coming?”
Joshan answered for me. “In an hour, my Queen.”
Oh no. If Joshan had told me
