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"There will be a problem hearing, and gathering of the gifts tomorrow at the palace." He made well known, and after all the rounds were done, the Carriage headed back towards the castle.
Clorogne stared at Akila, and she sat across from him, squished into a corner and made sure no more of the good left.
Only once they pulled up did he order her to step out and give the goods to another slave.
Once out of the carriage, he took her by her sensitive ear, and tugged her inside as she whimpered.
The Palace was a mess of life, now, all scattering to do the King's will. Just how he wanted it.

"Make me dinner." Clorogne ordered going out to his balcony and Akila nodded,
"Yes master." She was already in deep enough for what happened at the market. Anything more and he'd be sure to tear her ear right off! She stood as he unclipped her from the leash once more, and scurried to get out of the room, going to the kitchens to cook.
Clorogne sighed, "How am I supposed to get anything accomplished if that stupid girl keeps messing up? Like this charade isn't hard enough." which was a lie, because it was just too easy. He called in a guard, "Surround the castle grounds, and remember to check at dawn to make sure no peasants are out." The guard captain nodded and left.

Akila cooked slowly, dragging out her time away from the king as much as possible. She hummed lightly to herself, eyes downcast as she stirred chunked potatoes which she would mash once they were done. The smells and sounds of the kitchen comforted her, so she felt no need to trully be frightened there. The king wouldn't be caught dead in the kitchen, anyway.
He had slaved for that. As the potatoes boiled she looked over the wines, grabbing the oldest dry wine, she could, and just took the whole bottle, setting it on his tray.

Akila put in a steak...which would take a little to cook and leant with her head against the wall. Looking down she saw the cat and smiled a little, reaching down to pet the black cat's head and neck. She loved cats....mostly because she was a neko, but also because the sleek grace they each had, and beauty. "Tough day, hm Kitty?" she smoothed back the cat's fur and stood again, slowly, cracking her back. "A long day that's not quite over yet." only an hour or two more and she could go to sleep, and be away from that monster.

Akila smiled down at the cat and bit her bottom lip when she heard her name called in the hallway. She sighed largely, "Be right back, kitty." she ran out to the hallway, "yes...master?"
"Where is my food?!" He growled,
"Cooking sir...master, it won't be long, now."
"Well, get a move on!" He shoved her back into the kitchen, slamming the door as she landed on her butt with an 'oof'.
As she pulled herself up, she murmured, "One day that thing will get what's coming to him...Just wait another day..." that was what she looked forward to each day. seeing if someone would kill him. So far, it wasn't working.

Akila jumped in surprise, nearly hitting the ceiling, and squeaked, covering her own mouth and looked to the door to make sure his-royal-painliness wasn't coming, "Holy hell, Aleera, you scared me!" she whispered, eye-ing the door one more time before deciding it was safe, and shook her head, "y-yeah..." She knew the other from her bringing messages back and forth. The King valued her, so she was never hurt or anything....she hoped the other girl wouldn't tell him...but she was so tired of begging and grovelling for the day, so she just watched her. She leant back on a side table, carefully, like she couldn't hold her own body weight. (Which wouldn't be a surprise, considering all the new bruises she got today.)

"That's not news." Akila finally shook her head, trying to make sense of things. Was this girl a spy for the King? Was he trying to get her to tell him how much she hated him? She could do that.
"How could it be for such a thick skulled monster." If the girl was working for him, she was officially putting her life on the line. maybe that was a good thing. she couldn't stand doing all of his work obediently. She pulled the steak out, and covered it in dressing, as an excuse to look away, and piled up his plate with mashed potatoes and steak.