#Chapter 48: A Warning

The days continue on. Caleb constantly commands that I be on hand, ready to give him a massage whenever he demands one, so my routine starts to reflect Caleb’s own. I wake up early, wash and change, then meet him outside of his door as he leaves his rooms. He walks and I follow, to the Hall. There, I stand near Tristan while Caleb performs his other duties, speaking with his people or his advisors, or even dignitaries from foreign nations. One such dignitary glances at me in clear disgust. “Need that woman be in the room while we discuss such private political matters?” Caleb growls, deep and low. “Are you questioning my judgement?” The dignitary pales. “No, King Caleb, I was simply… uh… making an observation…” “Then keep your observations to yourself, lest you unintentionally offend me,” Caleb snaps, his eyes flashing red. The dignitary bows his head slightly. “Many apologies, King Caleb. I meant not offense.” I have no illusions that Caleb is speaking in defense of me.