Keep my head down and my mouth closed. That’s always been my place. It’s been literally beaten into my head. So I can’t think of a reason why my mate would want me to stay in their room instead of in the servant’s quarters. I’m trying to stay out of the way in the corner so I don’t immediately anger my mate with my presence when they return to the room, probably to hit me just for being here. I know I shouldn’t, but for some reason I really hope they’re different and won’t hit me.
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