The young slave knelt quietly by Kouen’s seat, hands resting on her knees and head bowed so her eyes were on the floor in front of her.
This was strange.
At first her responsibilities were just....keeping the library in order. The only people she really saw were other slaves, servants, and occasionally the middle prince, Koumei.
Now though...she delivered messages for Kouen around the palace, and was practically his personal shadow at all other times. All she’d been told were important officials from Reim were arriving soon and she was to wait with Kouen for them. Who were they? She had no idea. But...she didn’t really care.
All she could do was wait.
When the doors opened she automatically looked up, making eye contact with the young man who was walking at the front of the little group, tall with red hair. She immediately averted her gaze back to the floor, heart hammering in her chest and mentally cursing her own lack of self control for looking.
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