Silence. The only sound she heard were the chirping of birds and the rustling of the wind.
Then he blinked his eyes slowly and averted them. “I wouldn’t have believed you were capable of kindness before. The Creator must be playing a cruel joke, because now I see myself believing you.” He said in a voice so low, Danika strained to hear him. And as the words left his mouth, the hurt in her heart disappeared.
Trust. No matter how little the trust was, she felt jittery on the insides because she knew that trust was hardest for him to give. And now, she had earned just a little of it. She would cherish that bit for eternity.
“I’m thirsty,” he rasped.
“I’ll get you water, Master.” She got up from her chair, took one of his long wooden cups, and walked out of his chambers. She didn’t have to
