Aira.
It didn't seem like I heard him properly so I asked, "What did you just say?"
Lord Mortis snarled, his eyes narrowing further and I bit back a whimper, shrinking to myself. "I do not like to repeat myself." He gritted out through clenched teeth. "Alfred, prepare the dishes and make her take it to the king."
"What!?" I was panicking now, my eyes darting around wildly. "But, he's going to kill me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"You're a slave, are you not?" Lord mortis snapped and I recoiled, tears filling my eyes.
"Yes... " I whispered, my voice breaking. "Yes, I am."
"So, your life has no meaning here unless you're serving your master. You are taking the food to the king. We're done here." He stated with a note of finality.
Alfred glanced at me, beckoning for me to f
