24: Mine to command

"Surprise me," the king grinned. 

Amoela nodded.

She twirled around and left the king's side. Her sweet innocent face faded away with the distance she created between her and the king. 

Amoela took steady slow strides down the hall. Her aura got darker and darker with each step she took. She pressed her lips into a thin line and stared into the distance. 

Everyone around the palace always wondered how a little girl like her got a job working for the king. Why she was important to him. What great role she played that proved of so much value to his highness that she was at times allowed to attend to Soren. 

Questions she never bothered to answer. It was better and more peaceful for her if they assumed she was a charity case. Picked up from the street by the king to show his subjects that he was a kind man.