Chapter 21


    “Queen Tatiana and King Garret,” I asked. I had no idea why I said it, but I had a vague memory of


    overhearing my mother mention those names before she was k****d. In fact, she screamed it. Screamed


    it with so much hatred it must have stuck with me.


    “I am surprised you know those names. You would have only been a small child,” The King said,


    observing me again.


    “I remember hearing the names, is that where you are-” I asked before shutting my mouth and mentally


    cursing myself. Quiet Ivy, you don’t question the King, I reminded myself, yet he said I could ask


    questions but old habits made me question every little thing, whether or not it was a trick, or whether he


    was using it as a way to find something to punish me for.


    “Why do you do that? You go to say something, then stop,” he asks before rolling and tugging me with


    him. My stomach lurched when he pulled me to straddle hisp as he leaned against the headboard of


    the bed. This new position was even more awkward than thest as I went rigid. My hands awkwardly


    clutched my thighs as I sat up, wanting to climb off him.


    The King grabbed my hands, and I tried to tug out of his grip when he ced both on his naked chest.


    His skin was hot beneath my palms, and I could feel his heart beating steadily in his chest while mine


    sputtered and wanted to rip free of my body.


    “You never did answer?” The King said, making me remember his question.


    “Why do you stop when you want to know something? Knowledge is key. You should ask questions. How


    else would you learn the answers? I like when you speak, I want to know everything about you. I find you


    fascinating,” Me fascinating? How could he? The only thing he could learn from me was changing his


    bedsheets and folding his towels the way he likes them. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about


    me that he could possibly want to know.


    “And to answer your question, yes I am going there tomorrow, but I would like it if you came with me,


    would you like toe?”


    “I can leave the castle?”


    “Under guard, but yes, you can leave.” Why would l need a guard? I wondered, but the thought of leaving


    excited me.


    “Can Abbiee?”


    “She can, but I want to spend time with you, but if you would be morefortable with hering, I can


    arrange it,”


    “Why?” I blurted like an idiot. It made no sense as to why he would want to spend time with his servant. It


    was odd. The King smiles, and I don’t think I have seen him smile as much as I have tonight.


    “So you can speak your mind, and you are capable of asking the right questions,” he chuckled when his


    handsnded on my thighs. He ran his hands up to the apex of my legs when it hit me. I nced down at


    my naked legs. Shame washed over me. Where did my pants go? I tug tried to tug my oversized shirt


    down when I realized it was one of his.


    “My King,” I ask, tugging on the neckline of his shirt I was wearing.


    “Mmm,” He answered, his eyes on his hands as he pushed the hemline of his shirt higher, revealing my


    cotton panties beneath it.


    “I changed your clothes; I prefer it when you smell like me,” he answers the question I needed to know. I


    swallowed.


    “They didn’t see you; I made them turn around,” He murmurs, yet his eyes were still watching his hands


    when as they slid up to my hips, his thumbs brushed over my panties, and he sucked in a breath.


    “I don’t want you sleeping in that room anymore. You will remain with me. I will have your things brought


    in here tomorrow when we are gone” Yet I was still stuck at the question of why.


    His eyes darted to me. “You want to want to know why? It must be confusing,” I nodded my head.


    “I have never wanted anyone the way I have wanted you, and I can’t get much sleep with you so far


    away; I want you close,”


    “But Sir, I am your ve,” I speak slowly, hoping it would sink in.


    “And I am the King, no one would dare question my intentions, Ivy,”


    “What are your intentions,”


    “What do you think they are?” he asked in return. Well, if I knew, I wouldn’t be asking.


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    “Speak freely, Ivy. You are safe with me,” I briefly wondered if I should say it, yet he kept telling me l


    could ask, and the burning desire to know was starting to bother me. What was the worst he could do,


    K**l me? At least I would d*e knowing.


    “Do you have a rogue fetish?” I asked. His lips tugged up into a grin before heughed. His whole body


    moved beneath me like he couldn’t contain hisughter at what I asked.


    “I don’t have a Rogue fetish, Ivy. I also don’t eat people. I am not trying to have s*x with you though I


    wouldn’t say no if you wanted to, and I don’t want you to be my ve anymore. Does that clear up any of


    your odd questions, or is there more?” Heughed again.


    “And what is a rogue fetish? Where did you hear that?” he asked. My face heats at his question. I didn’t


    think I would have to exin it to him. Shouldn’t he know?


    “Um, at the orphanage,”


    “At the orphanage? By who?” he asked his humor falling away quite abruptly.


    “The gardener, Abbie, and I overheard him saying he had a fetish for Rogues, liked that he could do what


    he wanted to them and no one would care, he hoped Abbie would be sold so he could buy her,”


    “He said in front of you both,”


    “No, we weren’t supposed to be listening,” I scratched my neck and tried to climb off him, but his hands


    moved to my thighs holding me in ce.


    “When just before I saw you,” I shake my head.


    “No, when I was 12. We didn’t understand what he meant, not until Abbie asked one of the older girls,”


    The King growled angrily and his eyes flickered.


    “Children are off-limits, I hate how they treat the rogues,” He snarled, making me jump. Though his words


    confused me, wasn’t he the one that made thews?