Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 39

Zenovia

I froze in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest. I had assumed Callahan hadn’t noticed my presence, but his voice shattered that illusion. Slowly, I turned around, my eyes meeting his intense gaze.

Callahan’s expression was stern, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. My mind raced, desperately searching for something to say, a plausible reason for my presence in his office. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words escaped.

I gulped when I heard the voice of King Callahan. My heart began to beat so fast that it was galloping at the speed of a thousand horses.

I feared it would fall out of my mouth at this rate. Slowly, very slowly, I turned around to see Callahan looking at me.

He still had the marker in his hand and gave me a small smile before returning his attention to his file.

“Come here.” He said and went back to sit on his chair, the file in his hand.

I gulped nervously as I slowly made my way towards him. I reluctantly approached Callahan’s desk, my eyes darting nervously around the room.

As I reached his side, he motioned for me to take a seat in the chair opposite him.

He pushed the chair in my direction without looking up and highlighted something with his marker.

“Are you going to speak at all?” He asked without looking at me. I sank into the plush chair and hoped that it would just swallow me whole.

“I…I am sorry…” I muttered weakly. He flipped the page, took a pen, and scribbled something on the paper.

Callahan did not say anything and kept reading intently for the next five minutes that felt like an eternity to me.

There were a few files scattered along the table and a huge map of the kingdom strewn across the length of the desk.

There were a few stains of teacups, showing that he had been really working hard on it, and a few pins that marked certain important spots.

“Do you not know that it is a bad habit to eavesdrop on someone?” Callahan asked as he pulled the cap off a pen with his mouth and threw it on the table as he took another pen to write something.

I thought of what to answer and could not come up with an answer. Luckily, I was spared of answering him when there was a knock on the door.

The servant I had met on my way to Callahan’s office had returned with another round of tea.

“Yeah, come in,” Callahan muttered as he began pacing through the room while reading the file.

He flipped a few more pages and was done with the file as he tossed it on the table and picked another one.

The file had landed on the edge of the table and it was going to fall down, so I stopped its fall. A few loose pages came out of the file, which I began picking up.

As I collected all the papers and put them in a stack, Callahan’s voice reached me.

But it was not directed at me. “Zenovia will prepare the tea. You can leave.”

He said to the servant who had just poured black tea into the cup and reached for the sugar. He did not say that to me, felt like it was an order directed at me, nonetheless.

look like last night

but I

day and was

would do upon seeing me again. Either that, or just leave the room if he did not

neither, and that was confusing

to not be around the

walked towards the tray. Placing the papers I had collected on the table, I

“Sugar?”

answered, and I put one cube

“Milk?”

grunted again. I took the cue and poured

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big office. I would have argued with him that I am not his maid to serve him tea/coffee, but he had

moment.

was supposed to obey him because his mark meant I was under his protection. I meekly handed him the cup, which he took from me without even looking at me, leaving the saucer in my hand. Callahan took a sip, and I watched his

table, spilling it all

a startled cry and hastily pulled some tissues to dab it off

cup on the

the marker ink was spreading through the white pages, making them look

and I felt scared of

“L.I am sorry, I did not

held it in front of me. My hair was askew as 1

me was

stop

looked

simply plucked me away from the table and pushed me on a

body had

ordered, and 1 gulped nervously. When he saw that I was not moving, he went

off the lid. I peered intently and realized it was a first–aid

to disinfect the

box beside me and squatted down. Without saying a word, he took

away some of the dried bits off my hand and I

my hands. He wiped it off and then grabbed an ointment from the box and

it partially. He was being so tender; it was heartwarming

he was not even the least bothered.

another plaything for him

a lump rise in my throat, but I quickly swallowed it. The silence was too much to bear and seeing him

be done with it so I don’t

of the marker and pens spreading through even more papers, making it look like a

am sorry,” I muttered softly.

applied a generous amount of the ointment on my arms and I tried not to gasp when his hands