Athena:
The king’s voice, which roared loudly, woke me up. I had never seen him in person, only in portraits and billboards, but hearing him speak sent a chill down my spine. Although they were only wishes, I hoped that the ground would swallow me or that I would magically vanish into my small room, but all I heard was the king’s voice echoing everywhere.
I forced my eyes open to find myself lying down on a bed.
“You are awake,” a female voice said, and I yelped, springing up on my buttocks to see an elderly lady with gray hair, dressed in black and wearing a white apron.
She walked over to me with a straight face after leaving the window she was cleaning. The fact she was missing one eye caused me to stare at her for longer than I should have. When she cleared her throat, it drew me b
