The cover stories will range from shopping to just a lunch date as friends," He explains, my throat contracting as I struggle to breathe. "I-I underst...nd," I nod, feeling more trapped then ever. "Good girl. I will drive you where Ben picked you up a while ago. You will walk back to the bus and explain you needed space. Oh! Before it forget, I have camera programmed on your clothes and places all around the bus. I even have a couple on your crush Luke. Don't think I won't know what will happen.". ..I was prepared to find the Chalmers Street launderette bulldozed into something new and unrecognisable, but it was still there, and the same old facade in yellow-grey London brick carried great emotional force.For this was where it had all started when I was a sulky sixteen, quarrelling with my father every weekend, and allowed to sit in that warm, steamy launderette, if I would help the manageress to tidy-up at closing. God knows she wasn't a beauty, all double chins and missing teeth, but. I would have loved to believe that he had expected me home and was preparing a warm reception for me, but I doubted it. First, he had no reason to think I would be home until after 5 and it was only 2:30. Second, the low female laughter that drifted down the hall from our bedroom wasn't me. I was sure of that.I walked down the worn carpet of the hallway. The laughter was louder now, broken by moans that I had hoped to be uttering myself, if they indicated what I thought they did.They did.Roy. “I want to blame you. You are the king, and your men fought mine at your orders. They captured me, bound me, and brought me here.”“You have experienced war in a way that I have not,” he said quietly. “I am the king, but I have generals to lead my army. I am the king, but I was never a soldier.”“You wear armor and carry a sword,” she pointed to the rack standing near the pool.“I am trained to use them, too, and I have even faced enemies in single combat. For what it’s worth, I have even led my.