I left the torture room, slamming the metal door behind me. I smelled like blood and other shit. I took off my gloves and threw them into the disposal.

I walked into my closet and I froze when I saw a woman. I shook my head and ignored her.

I knew this wasn’t any woman. She was the king’s advisor. Though, to me, she always seemed like she was the one pulling the strings.

“What do you want?” I asked with so much boredom in my voice.

I took out some new gloves, sliding them over my hands.

I took my bloody apron off as well, throwing it out. I sighed as I glanced at her figure.

“If this is going to be a guessing game, you can leave. I hate games.”