Alfred’s POV
I smirked at Emily after she dismissed me and I left her room. She just asked for a horse and I am sure she had other plans.
I was walking down the stairs, hoping to go and see the king and relay the queen's message that he must have to tell Emily himself of his proposal to marry her.
I was thinking of all the best ways to relay this message when I saw him not looking like him, but trust me, I have worked so closely with my king that I would know it was him even from a mile away.
I felt a pang of pain in my back. I might truly be getting old now. I mean the ache of running off to the king to talk to him went shooting down like spears into my bone marrow.
“Your majesty!” I called just before he heard me and nodded, running off still.
I ran swiftly through my shoes, ma
