“What secrets could I possibly have? I’m stuck in here all day with no-one to talk to and nothing to do…”
“Perhaps I can find work for you somewhere, cleaning out the cells or latrine duty. It’s entirely your choice, for the moment.”
Carter held his tongue. It wouldn’t be wise to test the king’s patience. He lay back in the pillows, bringing an arm up to rest his head on while the other hand slid across his chest.
“Perhaps I could go to work making you feel better,” he said, feeling every inch a whore.
The king threw him a scornful look and turned on the spot.
“I think not,” he snapped. “I’ve lost any desires I entered with.”
Carter slumped back into the pillows, deflated and with a niggling feeling his time at the top was nearing an end. He felt his stomach turn as he thought about the prospect. I have to hang in there, he told himself, if only to give Paul enough time to get us out of here.He closed his eyes and drifted into a light sleep.
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