Chapter 82: The sorceress
There were a total of six chambers in the area reserved for the king. Three rooms were the sleeping chambers; one was a bathing room, the other was the lounge area where the king would also take his meals, and another was a private room reserved for emergencies. Because sleeping in the cabins with the crewmen would be unsafe for a woman, they assigned Meliše the private room.
Not that those men could even touch her, given how powerful she was. One wrong move and she'd be sending those men straight to Tartarus.
She scanned the area and finally caught sight of Ceremus' room. Making sure the coast was clear, she walked up to the door and knocked lightly.
There was no response at first, and so she knocked once more, a little more forcefully this time.
She heard a sigh from inside the room, followed by the sound of footsteps. The door opened, revealing the striking man with his muscular chest exposed, his hair effortlessly pulled back and a book in hand.
"What is it Hael, I thought I told you I wanted to be alone?" He said, but stopped himself when he realized the person outside of the door was not the guard, but in fact Meliše.
His frown deepened as he stared down at her, his expression unreadable. But Meliše knew exactly what he was thinking. What is this woman doing here? She had to force herself not to laugh as she put on an innocent mask.
"Can I help you?" The king asked her, his tone sounding impatient.
Meliše pursed her lips. He doesn't sound too pleased to see me. She thought.
"I was just wondering if I could get my hands on some milk for my son." She said, using the story she had concocted as an excuse to talk to him.
Ceremus lifted a brow when he heard this. He was unsure as to why she would ask him, of all people, whether she could get more milk. It's not like he was hoarding it for himself.