King Bull

“Don’t worry, my dear, everyone will be kind to you.” The old woman reassured Scarlett, who kept rubbing her hands together, glancing shyly at the animals around her. “…Are you sure, Mrs. Liars?… I don’t…” “Nonsense, child! Everyone will treat you well, I’ll make sure of that.” The old woman smiled, tapping her cane lightly on the dirt floor. “And I already told you, child, call me Mariane, there’s no need for formalities.” Scarlett looked at the woman, insecurity etched on her face, her ears drooping. “But you…” “Stop that, child.” The woman raised a hand, silencing the younger girl. “I didn’t buy you to be a slave, I’m not like those horrible men.” “You’re here to be a new member of my family, I’ll give you lodging and a wage, is that alright with you?” Scarlett looked at the woman reluctantly, a small warmth rising in her chest. “Thank you, Mariane.” With a breath, her gaze shifted to the sheep on the ground, whole animals that looked so unconcerned about being in a pen. “Oh, there you are, kid. I was just looking for you. There’s someone I want you to meet.” Scarlett turned to face her new companion. “Ooh…” A loud gasp escaped her as her eyes met the bull hybrid, who had a truly impressive physique and was carrying a bale of straw over his shoulder. “He was hired recently as well. You’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other in the meantime.” “Konig, this is Scarlett. Scarlett, this is Konig. Be nice to each other, okay?” As the sweet old woman spoke, Konig never took his eyes off Scarlett, having to look down to meet her gaze. “Hello, girl.”

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