Page 23 of Kingdom of Lies

"I have pressing matters to attend to," I declare with a hint of irritation in my tone. "Elfred will be your guide in navigating the intricacies of aristocratic society."

"T-thank you, sir. For everything..." she says, her cheeks starting to flush. I try to imagine what it's like from her perspective to be experiencing this.

And it makes it worse.

Much worse.

"Y-yes. Of course. Now tighten it up. You need a lot of practice..." Her face starts to twist like I just struck her and I stop myself. It’s like I hurt her without even trying. Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut? "Nevermind."

My movements are quick and abrupt as I rise from my seat, the need to flee before succumbing to rash actions overwhelming. With a curt nod of my head, I spin on my heel and make a swift exit from the elegant dining hall, eager to escape the stifling tension that lingers behind me.

My heart races erratically as I hastily retreat to the sanctuary of my study, seeking solace and a momentary respite from the overwhelming thoughts that plague me. My mind is in disarray since crossing paths with this girl, leaving me feeling out of control and consumed by a mysterious situation I cannot fully comprehend.

I must take back the reins of my emotions and unravel this perplexing… problem before it consumes me completely.

13

KATHLEEN

The venison stew and wine before me are divine — the finest fare I've ever tasted. Each bite is a burst of flavors, rich and succulent. The tender meat falls apart on my tongue, accompanied by a smooth red wine that enhances its taste. I can't help but feel grateful to Draknir for this bounty, his generosity knows no bounds.

However, as I devour my meal, I can't shake off the unease that lingers from his abrupt departure earlier. His presence always stirs up unfamiliar emotions within me. Even the slightest touch from him, like when he helped adjust my grip on the silverware, sends shivers down my spine. But I refuse to let these flustered feelings ruin such a delectable feast. The array of mouthwatering dishes spread out before me provides a welcome distraction. Each dish is a work of art, with vibrant colors and complex flavors that make my taste buds sing. This is truly the most sumptuous dining experience I have ever had.

By the time dessert arrives, I'm enraptured by the array of cakes, pastries and exotic fruits. The dessert plates are laid out in front of me, my eyes widening at the sight of the decadent cakes, pastries, and vibrant fruits. The rich aroma of honeyed wine fills the air, and I take a sip, savoring how it perfectly complements the sweetness of the confections. Any tension I had been feeling earlier has now melted away.

After the hearty dinner, I make my way down the winding hallway to Grandma's room, filled with a mix of anticipation and worry for her recovery. A young woman, with long flowing hair and piercing blue eyes, is already there tending to her needs. She greets me with a warm smile and introduces herself as Elvira, the nurse assigned to care for Grandma. Relief floods through me as I see how gentle and attentive she is with my grandmother.

I offer to take over the care duties, wanting to do everything in my power to help my beloved Grandma recover. Elvira graciously steps aside and watches me with kind eyes as I go about preparing fresh linens and administering her medication. The scent of lavender and chamomile fills the room, calming both my nerves and Grandma's.

As I finish up, Draknir appears in the doorway – tall and imposing yet his eyes hold a softness that puts me at ease. He gently places a hand on my shoulder and says, "You need not exhaust yourself further. Elvira will tend to your grandmother's needs - you have more important matters to focus on now."

I start to protest – Grandma is my responsibility! But the sincerity in Draknir's eyes gives me pause. He truly cares about preserving my energy and status here. "Very well," I acquiesce. I give Grandma a parting kiss. "Rest and get stronger," I whisper to her.

I follow Draknir out. He is right – I have a new role to inhabit now. Securing our future means leaving some duties behind. It hurts, but my priorities must evolve to meet the challenges ahead. I will find ways to still support Grandma while adjusting to this new life.

"Can you read?" he says, his voice breaking the silence like a whip cracking through the air.

His question hits me like a shot in the chest. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"I cannot, sir," I stammer out, unable to meet his gaze.

His expression softens and he nods thoughtfully. "That simply will not do. I'll take it upon myself to teach you letters, and my butler will see to your etiquette and manners."

I'm taken aback by this unexpected offer. "You wish for me to learn to read?" I ask, unsure of what to make of it all.

He nods decisively. "Yes, it is quite important."

The butler chimes in with a respectful response. "Of course, sir. We will ensure she receives a proper education." As if on cue, he produces a pen and paper from his pocket.

And just like that, my fate is decided – I am to become a proper lady under their guidance. It fills me with both excitement and trepidation. But as I look up at my new mentor's kind face, I know that I am in good hands.

The butler nods in response. "Very good sir."

Joy and nervousness swell within me. Nobody has ever seen anything more in me than a dripir slop girl. And Draknir himself will be my writing master! We will be spending many hours alone together. The thought leaves me both thrilled and anxious about what could develop between us.

"I would be honored," I say, hoping my voice does not reveal my inner turmoil.

“I’m sure you are… not like you have any choice.” What awaits us during our private tutoring sessions? I tremble slightly, eager yet afraid to find out.

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