CHAPTER 8
Weeks later, I lay in the dark, face turned towards the wall. I could hear servants talking outside.
“Lazy thing. She’s never getting out of that bed.”
“I cannot believe we are forced to care for her.”
“She acts like she is too good for us and for our Prince. As if he did anything she did not ask for.”
“I know I would let him rut me anytime he wanted.”
“Why would he mate with an offworlder when he has his pick of females here? Even if she does look like a fabled Lumanela.”
“I have no desire to clean her room today. We shall skip it. She will not tell anyone anyway.”
“Translator, off,” I said. I couldn’t bear to hear any more. The chatter was the same even when the servants did clean my room, as if I couldn’t understand them.
I curled myself up into a tighter ball and prayed for relief that would never come.