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“Leticia, thank you for joining me,” The King greeted before I could even bow.
He called me for some tea in his office, but I’m sure this is a pretext to ask if I have an answer to his proposition.
This place was warmer than I remembered—sunlight poured through tall windows, making the whole place glow.
“Please,” he said, gesturing to one of the chairs. “Sit. No formalities today. I’m not here as your king. I’m here as… well. As someone who hopes you’ll let me be more than that.”
My stomach twisted.
I walked forward slowly. I had already healed, but the doctor told me to take it easy anyway. I couldn’t carry any weight.
He poured tea for both of us, but I doubt I could have any.
“I didn’t call you here to pressure you,” he said quietly, sliding a cup towa
