ROME
"Your Majesty."
"Monica."
The old king's mistress straightened up with a fake smile plastered on her lips. Although it was quite early in the morning, she was all dressed up in her usual regalia. Her hair was let down and her blood-red dress swept the ground not to forget the tiara she always wore. Her lips were also blood red.
"To what do I owe this visit?" He was quite impatient with Monica, after a somewhat chaotic night with Elora he needed something to eat. His stomach churned with hunger. He had been on his way to the royal dining hall when she stopped him.
"You summoned Kate, sir." She bowed again.
"And you're not Kate." He raised an eyebrow and continued walking. His strides were long so Monica could barely catch up with him. The King suspected she had something up her
