No Ordinary Servants

"Yes, I have," Nnenna responded, her voice steady. For some reason, speaking to him felt like reporting to a commanding officer at boot camp.

"That's good," he said, nodding slightly. His eyes wandered around the room before he casually remarked, "The room looks nice. Is it to your liking?"

Nnenna "..?"

Nnenna didn't respond immediately. Instead, she stared at him, wondering why he even cared.

'What does it matter to you whether I like it or not? It's not like you ever spoke up for me to get my own room in the first place. And even if I say it's not to my, what would you do about it?'

Somto could guess what was running through her mind, but he didn't voice it. He had never openly advocated for her to get a room of her own, not because he didn't want her to have one, but because he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself. Now that the king had taken action, he could bring it up casually.