Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
Yet, following the King, we were introduced to the head woman in charge of the servants. I looked at Ivy, unsure of what was happening. Clarice seemed nice, but most people do until you get to know them, know their intentions, and if one thing I learned over the years is no one’s intentions were ever pure in nature.
The King even proved that when he forced Ivy to change in front of him, I half expected him to order me to be killed when I begged for her. Though it shocked me when he tended to her wounds, I could tell Ivy did not know how to react, and neither did I. Seeing him care for a rogue’s wounds, who he made a servant look absolutely bizarre, yet if it helped her, I wasn’t going to question. I did, however, question Clarice when we were separated.
“Can’t I stay with Ivy?” I asked, watching as Ivy walked in a different direction.
“No, the King asked for her specifically,
“Why?” I blurted before I could stop myself. Clarice didn’t answer, and I dropped my gaze as she showed me to the other side of the castle. Most of the day was spent in the kitchens while Clarice showed Ivy where she was being placed, and now I was being led to new quarters, though I instantly became nervous when I found out it was for the Beta.
I hoped to stay with the other female servants, and learning only the Beta and the King’s guard resided on this side of the castle made me nervous, knowing I would be surrounded by only men.
Clarice had explained to me it was the closest quarter to Ivy, yet it felt further away than the servants’ quarters. We climbed the stairs to what appeared to be some sort of loft.
‘This is Beta Damian’s room. You won’t have to do much, Beta Damian is quite clean and hardly stays here, mainly just changes and leaves, yet the floor below you will be in charge of cleaning, but stay out of everyone’s rooms, especially the far two” Clarice explains, showing me around the quaint room.
It had a bathroom and wardrobe, yet the Beta didn’t seem to have much in the way of belongings besides clothes. Everything was clean, and the bed looked unslept. Heavy dark blue drapes hung from the windows, and a huge white rug lay on the floor, not a speck of dust in sight. Was I expected to keep it this clean, or was Clarice right that he hardly came here because the place definitely didn‘t look lived in? In fact, it almost looked empty.
When she showed me around, she took me back down the stairs, and twelve doors lined the floor before a separate area with a small sitting room containing three armchairs, a TV, and some artwork before two more door‘s right at the very end.
“Now, the other rooms you can clean except these two. Don‘t go into these two rooms unless asked and maybe stay away from that one completely. Liam can be a little unhinged at the best of times,”
“Liam?”
“Oh, you won’t see much of him. The man is as silent as night, but this one,” she points to the other door. “Gannon likes his privacy. You met him in the car earlier,” Clarice says, and I nod. So his name was Gannon. I hadn‘t paid much attention to names beside Clarice’s since she was in charge of us.
“Gannon is moody and temperamental, so steer clear and don‘t speak unless spoken to,” Clarice says. Well, I had no intention of speaking to anyone of the opposite sex, so that was okay with me.
“So, how many people stay in these quarters?”
“Just the King’s guard, so Beta Damian and the King‘s Gamma‘s,”
“Shouldn‘t there only be one Gamma?” I ask her, trying to remember how the pack hierarchy worked.
“All the King’s guards are Gamma’s, but they still have rankings. Gannon is third in charge, while Dustin and Liam lead together as fourth. It depends on the trials; those I mentioned are the highest ranking in the royal guard. Trey is a little touchy so try to avoid him too, but the rest come and go depending on their shifts, but yes, they are all Gammas. The only ones you need to worry about are Beta Damian, Gannon, and Dustin. They will probably be the main ones you run into.”
“And I should avoid all of them,” Clarice nods. Great, not only was I the only female, all the men on this floor appeared to be unapproachable and anti-social. Great!
“So everything is understood? I need to get back to the kitchens, Clarice asks, and I nod.
“Great, well, dinner is at 6 pm for the servants, so make sure to head down then, and your room is this one,” she says, wandering down the hall. She points to the door we didn‘t go in which I assumed was a cleaning closet, so I have to clean this floor and share it with the men here. I would have preferred the bunked servants’ quarters.
Clarice cups my cheek with her hand. “You’ll do great. They are a friendly bunch. Just stay out of their way,” she says before turning.
“Wait, when can I see Ivy?” I asked, and Clarice stopped.
“When the King allows it,” Clarice says, and my brows furrow. Wait, what was the King doing with her?
Two days passed, and I hardly saw Ivy, seeing her in small intervals here and there. The King kept her ridiculously busy and spending so much time in these quarters was boring. The men on this floor were hardly here, and I found myself hoping they were just so I had something to clean. My days are turning repetitive and becoming a constant. Mopping floors that were never dirtied or wiping non–existent dust.
Filling my mop bucket, I dropped in some cleaning chemicals and grabbed my mop. I struggled under the weight of the sloshing water as I made my way from the laundry, passing Clarice in the kitchens, who was busy making lunches, and out to the foyer. Water sloshed over the sides, spilling onto the floors, and I c ursed as I set the bucket down before using the mop to clean up the mess I had made on the steps.
With a groan, I reached for the bucket, only I found a hand to grab it for me; I had no idea where he ca me from and didn‘t even hear him come up the step behind me.
He grabbed the bucket and started walk ing up t he steps. He said nothing, and I glanced at Gannon, who didn‘t even look back and continued carry ing the heavy bucket to his quarters before setting it down on the top step.
“Thank you,” I called after him, but he didn‘t even acknowledge the words that left my lips just kept walk ing toward his bedroom. I watched him slip into his room and close the door. With a sigh, I started scru bbing the clean floors. I didn‘t see him come back out of his room, and the floor was so quiet I was sure he must have slipped past at some point. Clarice sent lunch up with Ester and some lunch for me. She had blonde hair, and her servant‘s uniform was a little too tight. Sometime s when she bent over, I could see her ass cheeks poking out from the bottom. I thought it a little inappropriate given how many men lurked around here, though they didn‘t seem to mind her half–clad body and her boobs busting out the top.
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