*Eliza*
It was my third full day at the grand estate of Jared, otherwise known as “His Royal Highness the King of Murderous Criminals," who now employed me as a laundry maid. I thought that title fit him perfectly, and felt rather clever for coming up with it.
I was used to being around men with chips on their shoulders, like the pompous, arrogant assholes who thought their presence at even the most insignificant archeological dig site was a divine gift from the Goddess herself.
Jared was a bit different, though. Everyone here worshiped the ground that he walked on. He wasn't boastful, or rude. But he was standoffish, cold, and looked at me like I was a disease threatening to spread among his people. He was suspicious of me, sure. But I was just as suspicious of him. That man had secr
