"What?" Hasis snickered. He adored her smiles and her blushing.
"What's your story, Sire?" she asked, changing the question completely. "I've been your servant for many years and I don't know much about you." Abbet then hastily added, "With all do respect of course."
Hasis knew why she shifted the subject, but didn't mind. "I grew up here with my family, who was murdered, or died from a natural cause. But if you ask me it was murder." He gradually explained his past. "You know I wasn't the only child, correct?"
She nodded softly. "Yes, I do. And yes, the old King and Queen died. I remember that--there was no explanation on their deaths."
"Well I highly believe they were murdered." Hasis smile went to a glare. "A burst of flames towered in the mist of the night.