ZARYA ROGOV
Fixing the ring on my finger, I entered the kitchen that was bustling with servants. I stood near the doorway, contemplating my life.
If I disobey him. If I refuse to do anything he commands me, what would he do?
Kill me? No, he wouldn't do that, not yet.
Was he not afraid that I would poison his food?
What if I just...disobey him?
The idea of going against his command was fearsome, but as a Rogov if I just gave in, that would be such a disappointment.
I scratched the back of my neck. Now that I had finally gotten a little ground of the situation I was in, my mind was working overtime with possibilities.
"Ahem...miss?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and turned my head to the right, only to find Alek standing there. He was dressed in his usual black crisp butler suit.
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