The King's Mystic

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>King's seer.</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She can barely remember what her true name is as that's all she has been called since she was nine years old when her parents sold her to the king to be his seer and left her there. Some days she wonders if they think about her other days she wonders what she did to deserve being sold to the king. Then there are days when she doesn't even remember they exist. She is the King's seer and this is her tale.</span></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Excerpt</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The child stares at the king before backing up a step. I don't want to stay Mama. I want to go home.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Her mother kneels down before her. You can do this for us.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Please don't make me stay.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Enough. She straightens her dress a bit. It's only for a few years sweetie. Just help the King see bad people.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She whispers quietly. But he is a bad people Mama.</span></p><p></p>