~ NYSSA
My first instinct was to refuse. I was not a dog that he could summon.
However, as I opened my mouth to speak, Irina squeezed my arm tightly— a warning.
I swallowed back my retort and forced a smile on my face. "Of course."
Irina helped me into a pair of black ballet flats that were suspiciously my size. How the King had found clothes that fit me perfectly was a cause for concern, but unfortunately, I had more important things to worry about.
I followed the guard quietly, silently mapping the path he took out of the palace. It was different from all the other paths I had taken and I quickly realized that finding my way out would prove more confusing than I initially thought.
The King waited for me at a door. He'd thrown a cloak over his shoulders and wore thick fur lined boots and gloves. He eyed me carefully, his lips tilting upwards as he gestured for me to walk with him.
