The kings laughter boomed in the spacious throne room, reverberating off of the stone walls. Trust? What was trust? Had he ever felt that fickle thing in his time on the iron throne? No. Not once in his rule. In his boyhood perhaps, when he was prone to the follies of impressionable youth. Perhaps that was what her opal eyes reminded him of, his long past youth when he had been free and kind. The thought made him scowl.
woman bit into the rich, seasoned morsel of rabbit. Rivlets of juice
dripping down her chin as tears of gratitude slipped off of her thick,
curled lashes. She looked up at the King sitting across from her, not
touching his own plate. He seemed content enough to watch her enjoy the
first true meal she had enjoyed since time immemorial. She knew in the
back of her mind she should slow down, should act more like that lady he
expected. But hunger gnawed at her too deeply and she could fight it no