She stands behind King Amal as he sizes up the current king of Sindria. She hears the long-haired male chuckle suddenly, and she sees Amal stiffen. Amal is one of the more feared kings in the east, known for his ruthlessness and power. Of course, these words can be used to describe any number of kings, so Sindria’s king must not feel intimidated. Amal knows this. Even though he can be quite stupid sometimes, he is not all thick in the head.
She keeps her back straight and her eyes on the ground by her dirty feet. She listens to the two men exchange words in greeting, and then she hears the king of Sindria say, “Who is that woman behind you?”
Her gaze rises from the ground and meets his across the way. His eyes hold warmth deep inside the irises, but she only looks back with a serious, dead-like expression on her face. She’s seen this exact warmth in Amal’s eyes. It is fake warmth, used to make the other feel small.
“She is nothing but a slave,”