Lyanna
Damon does go home eventually, leaving me with Mr. Grumpy face.
With a tired sigh, I help the cook set the table for him.
"Thank you, Amira. I'll take it from here," I pat her shoulders.
She bows slightly, then walks back to the kitchen
"Let me go call the king to come have his dinner," I add sarcastically, going up the flight of stairs.
Reaching his room, I hesitate, wondering what he must be doing.
Sighs deeply.
I knock gently on the door, waiting for the king of the whole world to open up, and come down for his dinner.
"Who is it?"
"Lyanna," I respond flatly.
"What do you want?" His voice lashes back almost immediately.
I flutter my lashes, "I just came to say your dinner is ready," I turn on my heels, walking away before I hear another infuriating response.
Later, I go up to my room, to lay my head. Of course, I have work tomorrow; I have to sleep well.
