a

nd formally greet the king and his men once we have arrived outside. You will then proceed to the

her with a nod

lieve about there being a small gathering there, it was actually quite large. It was perfect in every way and enormous, which caus

elf to look at anyone when we first started because I was afraid of what might happen. After all, I wasn't a professional singer, and I never us

" I let out a long, deep sigh to keep my composure and gave myself o

rming a song about having a birthday for the audience's chil

en I finally got the courage to look at the audience. And by that, everyone started clapping to me. There were a lot of warriors and

n his head. When the king's eyes met mine, I felt a chill run down my spine because it appeared that h

ll voice, "Enough!" as if nothing

tired of the party or, even worse, that he didn't like the way I was singing. wh

rs in my direction and commanded me,

ly petrified, but I inched my way forward slowly until I reached the king. A

ith his finger, and then he ordered me in

owed my tongue. I didn't do anything more than blink my eyes like an idiot. Because of the way the king looked at

king suddenly requested t

e focused on my backside! He was looking at my body in a very intimate way! That 60-year-old Alpha king

d me to his chest, and I didn't dare move an inch until

d said to the king in a bewil

and said to him, "she is yours, my king. Currently, she is 18 years old. You

t the hell are you saying? That's why you dressed me up like a princess

ificantly improve your lot in life by serving the king as his slave. Better food, a

ming urge to slap

king, at which point she questioned him as follows: "so, my king, I see that you l

e did not take his gaze off of me as he said, "sure. I

ound the courage to yell angrily and pr

very tip of my nose contributed to

slave, but..." After a brief pause, he leaned in close to my

ving hell i