Oliver's POV
" Oliver, aren't you going to eat? ", His Highness said, pointing at the food in front of me.
His Highness smirked, looking at my pale face which I recovered from in some seconds.
" I am. ", I said, as I tried to push evrything down my throat.
I was not able to eat anything after seeing that whip, getting reminded of all the memories and His Majesty was enjoying seeing me. I could feel that.
I kept on trying my best to focus it but, childhood trauma is never easy to forget and move on.
" What happened Oliver? Do you not have any appetite? ", His Highness asked again.
My stomach started churning now, but still, I just tried throwing everything in.
I was feeling nauseous now but I still finished everything, not wanting to give him any excuse to hit me.
