Scarlet pov
"Did he run?" I asked the man who was peeping in the room for an hour yet he had not nodded or notified me that the slave ran away or left the room.
"Caleb, did he run or not?" I asked as I pointed my dagger at his back. He shivered, feeling the pain and stood up.
"He is busy eating!" he replied, trying his best to hide the grin when I frowned.
"That glutton is eating instead of running?" I could not believe that! Did he not want to leave or was he thinking that living in the palace will provide him good food.
"Yes! And that also from your plate." and with that he grinned again, "he even used your fork and spoon, my lady." At last he had to cover his face as if the matter was too funny.
"What do you expect from an ignorant man? But if he did not want to run away and stay with us in the palace then that is fine too. We can offer him a post in a stable. He is fit to be a hosteler or cleaner." I replied and he nodded.
