~Storme~
It was finally time for the celebration meant to honor the king’s miraculous recovery. Marcellus decided to call a feast, which I didn’t really see as a feast because it was just the three of us –The king, Theo, and me – that were in attendance.
According to Marcellus, he’d grown wary of people more than he used to be and wouldn’t want to incite harm on himself for the time being.
Since it was a last-minute notification, Grace had to find me a suitable dress from one of my less-worn wardrobes.
When I stepped into the hall, the king was already seated at his position at the head of the table. Theo sat on the left of the other end, which meant that I had to almost sit beside him.
His eyes found mine the moment I walked in, their piercing gaze felt like they were stripping me
