No, I don’t want to tell him what I am, I decided. I can’t risk it. He’s gentle with those he cares about…but those he doesn’t…if he was angry about my deception, he would end me without hesitation. He was King Noctus Mors, the Kingslayer. He had just said himself that he’d killed his own family—it was unlikely he’d spare the girl who had been masquerading as a pet, no matter how fond he had become of the pet.
um ... girl .... you also not a warmongering power hungry type either ... didn't you hear the 'sanctimonious enough to end him too?" part?
