AMARIS’S POV
He gave a single nod, then pulled out another note.
He never said a word, I noticed. Mute? Or sworn to an oath of silence?
I snatched the next note from him with rabid curiosity.
"The Alpha King extends his invitation for a private dinner. He insists it would be his utmost pleasure to host and finally make the acquaintance of the future Sovereign Luna of the Southern Kingdom."
My jaw dropped.
I gawked, wide-eyed, darting a glance at Tate, who subtly lifted his head at my reaction with a frown.
A formal dinner.
With the f*****g King.
Meeting Nero’s vacant eyes, I blubbered—
“W-What? Really? I mean, it’d be an honor.”
My grin was large, nervous, but I couldn’t help the spark of excitement at meeting the Alpha King—the man rumored to be incapacitated. Possibly dead.
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