Chapter 14: Princess Beatrice
’Be gentle, you wench.’
Sollivan adjusted his posture, suppressing the urge to curse the warrior standing behind him. However, he didn’t dare to do so and remained seated in silence, gazing into the eyes of the beautiful girl before him.
Meanwhile, Blear hesitated for a few seconds before leaving the room.
"Sollivan, right?" the beautiful girl asked in a sweet yet indifferent tone. Without waiting for his response, she continued speaking, her eyes fixed on him with a stern gaze.
"My name is Beatrice Griffin. I am the daughter of the leader of this tribe, and I am the one assigned to oversee you. From now on, all your movements will be under my supervision. You are not allowed to disobey my orders. If you need anything, you must inform me first."
Sollivan was slightly surprised upon hearing this and wasn’t sure how to react. He froze for a moment, his expression one of astonishment. After a long silence, he finally spoke hesitantly, "I understand. So, I must ask you for anything I need, and you’ll provide it if it’s allowed, correct?"
A cold, arrogant look appeared on Beatrice’s face as she nodded indifferently, showing no interest in his words.
"Young princess, as you know, I was brought to your tribe without any prior notice. Due to the series of events, I haven’t eaten in a long time. So, am I allowed to have some food now that things have settled down?" This time, Sollivan’s tone was humble, devoid of any arrogance. It wasn’t out of fear for the person who would now decide his fate, but rather to avoid any misunderstandings.
Beatrice looked into his dark eyes, which seemed devoid of any resistance, and waved her hand indifferently, gesturing to the warrior beside her. "Bring him a decent meal."
"Yes, ma’am," the warrior replied, placing her hand on her chest in a respectful salute before leaving. However, as soon as she opened the door, Beatrice spoke again.
"Bring double the amount. It seems he really needs the food." Her voice carried a clear tone of mockery as she glanced at his thin frame.
Sollivan, however, wasn’t bothered and smiled lightly. "Thank you for your generosity, princess. I was about to ask for that."