She swallowed tightly. Suddenly, she wanted to use the bathroom. This horrible impending torture was seriously upsetting her bladder.
“You can go back now, slave,” King Moreh said to her in the middle of his speech.
Danika breathed a deep sigh of relief as she walked back to King Lucien’s side and lowered herself to the ground in her usual position.
At least she wasn’t the center of attention for now; that was all that mattered.
Tears were prickling her eyes, and no matter how she tried to blink them back, they seemed determined to meet her cheeks. No matter how she wanted to be strong, Danika didn’t think she could survive this. They looked upon her with so much hate in their eyes, these kings.
Why did she have to go through this?
Once upon a time, none of these kings would look a
