We were nine days away from Avalon's esteemed charity ball, and I found the King's begging hypocritical. So, it was alright for him to breeze by noble estates and beg for more, but any beggar without a name or a house he wouldn't consider human.
It was disgusting how he'd been eating out of the hands of the noble families sponsoring his ball, forging promises he intended to break if only to raise heftier donations.
His family had enough, but the King's greed would only be content with more.
Crickets sung into the night as I stalked the Lewell estate. Ellis and his parents were having a late dinner with the family, who Ellis had suspected of being involved with human trafficking ever since the incident with the novice servant weeks ago. I was beginning to piece together the disappearances of the other workers, too.
The King was shamelessly buying and selling humans to satiate his greed for wealth.
