07- The Brother

Working for her new master, the Alpha King, was nothing like Baka had expected it would be. He was out for most of the day and would come back past her curfew. She hardly ever saw him nor knew what he did outdoors.

And when she did see him, he never said more than two words to her. He’d either eat alone or go to the balcony or the garden and spend hours on end there.

The man who had spoken to her at length during their second meeting seemed to have vanished.

Not that she was complaining. She hardly thought it did her any good to become his conversationalist.

Baka dedicated herself to her job which included cleaning the master’s room, preparing his clothes, and making sure his food was exactly how he liked it.

He had given her a long list of things he didn’t eat. She’d never met anyone so picky. He didn’t eat ketchup or mayonnaise. Didn’t like onions or garlic in his food. Only ate red meat and drumsticks and didn't like his egg scrambled.

The other slaves in the palace hardly spoke